“Is something wrong?” he asked after we’d reached the passenger side of the new car. “You’re being awfully quiet.”
I shook my head and took off my robe, giving him a smile. It was starting to get too warm with all the layers on.
Before I could say anything more, he had me pressed against the car, his kisses demanding. His tongue slid along mine, sending a straight shot of voltage right through the middle of me. I moaned when his hands moved down my waist, to my hips, and back to cup my ass. His lips moved to my ear.
“You know what these dresses do to me.” Yeah, Cocky Junior wasn’t shy about letting me know his intentions, especially since he was currently poking me in the stomach. It was too bad we were in a parking lot, surrounded by crowds of people, or I might have let him take me right there against the car. Nicholas’ hips ground into me slowly. “I want to bend you over the hood right now and fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”
Holy shit. He was in one of that kind of moods. It would make for an interesting party when we got home.
I bit my lip, sliding my hands up his chest. “We’re making a scene.”
“I don’t care.”
I laughed. “How about you take me home, and I promise you can have me any way you want.”
His hands gripped me tighter. “Any way I want?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck. You don’t even know all the things going through my head right now.”
I had a pretty good idea about his perverted mind at this point.
“Come on. Let’s go home.” I was just as turned on as he was at this point. “I have something I want to talk with you about.”
He pulled back a little, his eyebrows raised as he watched me. “Am I in trouble? I haven’t left the toilet seat up in a long time.”
I laughed again, pushing him away and shaking my head while getting in the car. He settled in the driver’s seat, curiosity written all over his face. We were on the road for a few minutes before he couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Tell me.”
He had less patience than William.
“I’ve been thinking about what I want to do with my degree.”
He nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. “Are you still interested in counseling for kids who have lost their parents?”
“Yes, but I was also thinking about doing something bigger. Like maybe I could start a foundation or offer scholarships for those who were in similar situations to mine when I was in high school.”
He glanced at me, smiling. “That’s a great idea. Kind of a pay it forward deal.”
It never made me happier than when Nicholas understood me. There was nobody’s opinion I held in higher regard than his. And he was exactly right in his description. I had been so blessed in my life and really felt the need to give something back.
Like coming full circle.
“Do you think your mother would be interested in helping me?”
“Absolutely. I’d like to help out too.”
I loved this man. I rubbed my stomach and took a deep breath. “Another reason I’m interested in starting a foundation is because I could do a lot of the work from home.”
He grinned. “So you can stay with me all the time?”
I chuckled. “Not exactly.”
He looked over, his eyebrows furrowed. “Why then?”
We were pulling onto our drive, and I waited for him to stop the car. He jumped out and came around to my side, pulling me up.
“Why?”
I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating like a rabbit. His excitement made me wonder if he already had an inkling of what news I was about to tell him.
“What do you want most in the whole world?”
“For you and William to be happy.”
This man was going to make me all mushy. “Okay, what’s next on the list?”
His eyes bored into mine, almost like he was searching or hoping to find the answer. Like he was afraid to tell me what he truly wanted.
When he hesitated, I continued. “Do you know what I want most?”
“What?”
“To see you holding another baby.”
He kissed me, his next words soft. “I want that too.”
I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I’m pregnant.”
His lips curved into a smile against mine. “Really?”
I nodded and laughed when he buried his face in my neck and left a trail of tingling kisses along my skin. My mind was filled with images of Nicholas, one of his arms filled with William, and the other holding our daughter. I had a feeling I was going to have a girl this time.
“We should go in. You know they’ll all be out here after us in a minute.”
We walked toward the door hand-in-hand, Nicholas stopping at the top of the steps. “Can I tell them?” he asked, his eyes bright and his grin lopsided.
I squeezed his hand. “Yes, you should tell them.”
Like I could deny him. Damn man always got his way.
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Rowe. How are my favorite parents today?”
I smiled at Dr. Whitney, holding onto the hand of a very nervous Nicholas. We’d initially gone to another OB closer to home to confirm the pregnancy, but it had been too early for an ultrasound. We both decided we wanted to return to Dr. Whitney since she’d taken such good care of us last time.
“I’m good, but she’s been throwing up all day, every day. That can’t be normal.” Nicholas’ other hand gripped his hair.
It was true. This pregnancy was manifesting with much stronger symptoms than I’d had with William and Nicholas was a frazzled mess of worry.
Dr. Whitney laughed. “No two pregnancies are the same. Let’s go ahead and take a look.”
Nicholas and I watched the screen and listened to the heartbeat, while Dr. Whitney moved the paddle around on my belly.
She stopped and turned her head toward us. Nicholas squeezed my hand, and I held my breath waiting for her to say something. But neither of us expected the next words out of her mouth.
“How do you feel about triplets?”