Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,120
“Nah, the lucky boy already has your dimples. The rest, though? Yeah, probably Meems.”
“Speaking of, I should go back there.”
“She just fed Branson. He’s sleeping in his bassinet right now. Amelia’s eyes were drooping, so I decided to get back to Mickey’s. Joe’s gonna be slammed with the Saturday night crowd. He’ll have my ass if I don’t show up before long.”
I nod, grateful to finally be able to be alone with Amelia in someplace other than the hospital. “I’ll walk you out.”
She just smiles without protest. We walk down the hall in silence. I’m anxious for her to get out of the house so I can make my dash to Amelia’s room.
As soon as we reach the door, Sunny places her hand on the knob, turning back towards me. “You’re going to stay this time.”
It’s not a question. If I didn’t already like Sunny Mayfield, I sure as hell would now.
“No way in hell I’m ever leavin’ her, Sunny.”
“That’s what I thought.” She chews on her bottom lip before she continues. “She’s had a lot of loss, Knox. It nearly killed her when she lost her parents. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get the same Amelia back again. You were the one who brought her back to us. To herself. And then it just about ruined her when you left. But it was that baby who kept her going. Because he became a part of you she’d never have to lose.”
“Sunny—”
She holds her hand up. “I know you would’ve been here if you could. That’s not what I’m trying to say. What I mean is: Be patient with her. Give her time. I know you love Amelia.”
The shock must be evident on my face, because she chuckles as she leans in forward.
“Knox, the only who people who couldn’t see it last summer were the two stubborn fools living under this roof. Like I said, she needs time. To know—to trust—that you’re not going anywhere.”
“I’m not. Not ever.”
“I know that. You know that. And, in time, so will Amelia.” Her piece spoken, she rises onto the tips of her toes, giving me a swift kiss on the cheek. “You got this, Knox. Wear our girl down.”
With a wink, Sunny slips out of the house before I can respond. Not that I have much to say. She’s right. As much as I want to march into Amelia’s room, declare I’m here to stay and she’s mine no matter what, she’d just dig in her heels to try to push me away. So we’ll do things her way.
After I find out my son’s last name.
Determination mounting, I march towards Amelia’s room, and then I stop in the doorway to take in the sight. My gaze first falls on my son, whose eyes are closed, his little chest rising and falling with each breath he takes in his sleep.
“He just went down,” Amelia murmurs.
It strikes me how beautiful she is, lying in bed with her hair swept back, a low-cut nightgown stretched across her skin for easy access to feed our son. My cock stiffens at the sight of her swollen breasts. This may be harder than I initially thought.
“Eyes up here, mister,” she whispers, her tone light with teasing.
So I’m a perv. I’ve been called worse.
I shrug. “You know I’m a breast man. And while I’ve always loved yours, this is something entirely different.”
She pushes up against the headboard, grimacing with the movement. I’m swift to get to her side. A sleepy grin crosses her lips. “Yeah, well, they’re sore beyond measure, so don’t get any ideas. I don’t know if I’ll ever let anyone touch them ever again.”
I groan. Just the thought of caressing her breasts turns me on. I bite back my arousal, pressing my face into her neck, allowing my warm breath to graze along her skin. She tenses beneath me, so instead of lingering, I bring my lips to her ear. “No one except for me will ever touch you again.”
Her breath hitches as the declaration hangs in the air between us. I want to see her, to read her expression. But I don’t act on it. I want Amelia to make the first move.
And fuck me. She does.
When she turns her face to me, liquid green eyes greet mine. She blinks slowly, as if each one helps her decipher exactly what I mean. The delicious blush on her cheeks lets me know she’s not as unaffected as she’s tried to pretend. “Knox.”