Reign of Night (Thorne Hill #7) - Emily Goodwin Page 0,38
our drive, I ditch my blanket.
“I was thinking that maybe going to the vineyard would be fun,” I say, adjusting my seat so I’m leaning back just a bit more. I’m not all that far along, but damn, my back is starting to hurt. “Maybe we could take a week and go.”
“If that is what you want, my love, then that is what we will do. I miss the smell of sunshine in your hair.”
“It hasn’t exactly been sunny here,” I grumble. “And when it has been, it’s so bitterly cold I’m not going outside.”
“Then we should go. You can invite Kristy and the twins.”
“You wouldn’t mind if they went with?”
“No, as long as they understood that I plan to fuck you in every room in that house, and on the patio when the moon is full and shining down upon your glorious naked body.”
“You always know how to make a girl blush,” I say with a giggle. “And that would be really fun. We could do, well, I don’t know, we could do something during the day.”
“You could take a private jet to Disneyland. It’s over an hour plane ride, though.”
“Hey, that’s not too bad. It can easily take us over an hour to drive to Chicago and yet we do that within a day.” I smile. “I’ve never been to Disneyland. Just Disney World. Tabatha took Evander and me as often as she could.”
“I’ve seen your photos.”
“That place is magic without magic.” I smile. “And my friends would love that. But I’d also love for you to come with me at night.”
“Then I will.”
He takes his eyes off the road, looking at me for way longer than he should be able to without crashing. It used to freak me out, and it still does, if I’m being honest. Lucas is so used to being invincible I think he forgets sometimes how fragile humans can be. “Whatever you want, my love, I will give to you.”
“And I want to give you whatever you want, too,” I say quickly. “I feel like this relationship is all take and not much give on my end.”
Lucas, still not looking at the road, slows, somehow seeing that traffic ahead of us is coming to a standstill. “First, you gave me the sun, Callie. Then you gave me love, which is something I didn’t think I was capable of giving or receiving. And now, now you’re giving me a child.” His hand rests on my stomach, and the slight pressure makes me feel like something is fluttering inside me again.
“I think I feel her moving again,” I tell Lucas, smile taking over my face. I rest my hand on top of his.
“I feel something, too.”
I press his hand a little harder against me, and there’s a definite feeling of something moving inside me. “Do you feel that?” I ask him.
“I do,” he says, looking away from the road again. “It’s our daughter, Callie.”
“Fuck,” I grumble, blinking away tears. “It’s real now, isn’t it? I mean, it’s been real since I peed on that stick and that positive sign showed up, but she’s growing and I wasn’t sure if she would,” I confess.
“You didn’t think she would?”
I shake my head, worried I’ll start crying if I talk.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to make you upset,” I croak out. “I’m not human, Lucas.”
“Don’t keep anything from me for my expense, my love,” he says gently. “I am here for you, and I told you, you’re not going through this alone. I am here, in every way I can be. Tell me your worries and your fears. Tell me your frustrations and annoyances.”
“You’re too good to me.”
“I’m not,” he tells me, taking my hand. “I’ll never be enough, no matter what you say.”
And now I’m losing my battle with tears, and it doesn’t help that we start talking about how we want to celebrate our first wedding anniversary the rest of the way to Chicago. Traffic isn’t too terrible, and I was right about Lucas using the valet parking so we don’t have to walk in the cold.
My surprise reservation is at a fancy French restaurant, one we’ve planned on going to but have had to cancel because of demons. I can tell right away this place is expensive, and the hostess checks Lucas out not once but twice on her way to take us to our table. I can’t really blame her, though. Lucas was an impressive specimen of a human man, and the