mumbles.
“We’ll be there, okay?” I assure her, not giving away what is happening this upcoming Tuesday.
Ford is proposing to Persy. He wants us to be close by to celebrate with them. He knows Persy would want Nyx to be there.
“Then we’ll have an adult conversation,” she concludes.
“Exactly!”
The weekend goes by fast, and on Monday, Nyx and I are wired up about the baby. I’m grateful that Marcia got us the seven a.m. spot. That way, we don’t have to wait long, plus we can leave for Colorado right after. It is exactly seven twenty-two when we find out that Nyx is having a baby girl.
“She’s perfect,” I say staring at the pictures. “Can you see her smile?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she corrects me. “She’s sleeping because, as we know, she loves to keep me up puking all night.”
Nyx stares at her belly and says, “They said it’d stop at twelve weeks. You’re almost at seventeen. This is a borderline tantrum, young lady.”
I laugh and place a hand on her bump. “Don’t upset my girl.”
She looks at me with adoration. “She needs a name.”
“We have time,” I wave her off as we arrive at the airport.
“No, we don’t. My parents are going to shove a bunch of lists at me, and then I’ll be too confused to make an educated decision.”
As we board the plane, I lift her chin and kiss her lips. “I’ll make sure to keep you grounded. Though as a reminder, you’re pretty strong at using the word no and ignoring them. Don’t rush something as important as a name, okay?”
“Where’s Brock?” she asks looking around.
“D is running behind. Don’t worry. We won’t take off without them, okay?”
Thirty-Eight
Nyx
When I board the plane to Colorado, I don’t know what to expect. I imagine Nate will be going to his penthouse and I’ll be staying at my parents. Persy and Ford are moving into their new house this weekend.
However, almost six hours later, I find myself in front of my house. The one that, according to the documents I signed last month, was sold to a management company.
“What are we doing here?”
“Well, Ford and Persy have a mess at their places since they are packing,” he explains. “I doubt you want to be at your parents’. If we stay at a hotel—”
“Cut the crap, Chadwick,” I protest. “Did you buy my house?”
“My management company did.”
“Same dog, different trick,” I protest. “This is unacceptable.”
“You haven’t chosen a house. We need a place to stay,” he concludes.
“We can stay at my parents’,” I remind him.
He laughs hard. “And find them fucking in the middle of the hallway? Nope. I like them, but not that much.”
I stare at him, and even though I want to be upset, I’m not. For the first time, I can see myself with someone. Nathaniel Chadwick. He doesn’t care that I’m weird sometimes. He doesn’t mind my family—they are a handful. He is okay with my lists and my plans and even finds them endearing and brilliant. He loves my baby—also calls her ours. He likes to take care of me, and I don’t mind letting him. Actually, I love it.
Starting a fight because he makes rash decisions isn’t worth it. I’ll probably give him a hard time later. Not today.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
That I might love you and I want you to kiss me without restraining yourself as you do every night before I fall asleep in your arms. I want your spark to ignite me. To burn me so deep that your soul will be seared into mine. I want us to absorb each other. For you to love me recklessly. To kiss with the intention of never letting you go.
“Saturday feels too far away,” I confess.
“Yet, we’re going to have to wait,” he says. “Ford needs me to help him install some stuff in the new house. I also want you to check out a couple of properties that are close by.
“Are you planning on moving to Colorado?”
He scratches the back of his neck. “For the next couple of years, I can’t do it full time, babe. I need you to think about that little piece of information. All I can offer is bringing you to your family often. Moving the entire company is impossible.”
I adore my family, but I wouldn’t care where I live as long as I’m with him. The thought surprises me and yet, fills me with so much hope. The hope that maybe this is exactly where I belong, with