I was hoping I’d get some in the time it took to get there. That’s why I wanted to make it longer.” Adrian smirked, moving closer towards and me and pulling me onto his lap – my puffy dress taking up most of the space in the car.
“Are you that impatient?!” I asked with a skeptical look.
“It’s not my fault you look so beautiful today. Have I told you how beautiful you look? Absolutely gorgeous. I have never seen anyone more beautiful than you, Emily.”
The fact that Adrian used my name instead of calling me Shortcake usually meant that he was serious – and for a moment, I actually believed him – then that familiar triumphant glint attached itself to his gaze and I found my eyes narrowing as I slapped his chest lightly. “Don’t try to flatter me into doing what you want in here.”
His victorious look instantly disappeared and was replaced with one of disbelief. “How did you know?! Is this the bad luck thing you were talking about? Me not getting any on my wedding night?”
“No. I’m just that good.” I smirked, pretending to check my nails out before grinning cheekily at him.
His gaze lingered on my smile momentarily before he shook his head and pulled me in for a short kiss. “I’m glad I fell in love with you.”
My grin slowly faded as I looked into his eyes. There was no glint in them this time, and my face instantly sobered up as a genuine smile tugged at my lips. “I’m glad I fell in love with you too.”
He snapped out of his glazed look after that and smirked. “So does that mean I can get some?”
I scowled and got off his lap before tripping over the layers of my dress. “Sure. If you can find a body part of mine underneath all of this material,” I mumbled sarcastically.
Adrian, however, took it as a yes, and instantly began bunching up the white material – desperately searching for any sign of a human limb; making me laugh at his determination.
***
Two Years Later…
I hated being pregnant.
You’d think I would’ve learnt to go on birth control a year and a half ago after having my first child and resembling a beach ball – but no, my lovely husband wouldn’t have that.
“Adrian, have you called Maria and checked up on Mason?” I spoke up randomly, cutting Adrian short of his sentence in the middle of the interview with a new neighbouring industry.
Adrian frowned at the interruption. “Yes Emily, 15 minutes before we came into this room, remember?” he asked with a warning look etched onto his features.
A brief flashback of the both of us standing at the entrance of our biggest meeting room as Adrian spoke rapidly over the phone to Maria, our babysitter and housekeeper, while I stuffed my face with the 5th Krispy Kreme donut that was meant for the CEO sitting two chairs down from me.
I nodded sheepishly and took a sip of water in an attempt to avert the attention from myself before rubbing my stomach with a small smile on my face. The small life that currently inhabited my uterus was due any day now, and the amount of impatience Adrian was feeling towards this baby’s birth was annoying and amusing at the same time.
I didn’t want to know the sex of the baby this time around; I wanted it as a surprise for the both of us. Adrian, however, was beyond pissed off at that fact because he was no longer able to buy toys and presents for the child based on its gender like he did with Mason – and it was killing him internally.
“You could always buy yellow things, you know,” I spoke up, unaware that I accidentally interrupted the meeting yet again.
Adrian looked up, a frown of confusion engraved onto his forehead. “For what?”
I frowned. “The baby!”
Adrian’s frown increased. “Okay, I’ll buy it yellow things when this very important meeting is over.” The tone in his voice was final, and another warning look was given from him.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
“Mr. Kingston, the price you want to sell these products for is barely enough to boost both your hotel’s financials as well as my company. We should increase the pricing by at least $15.00 to earn a fair share of the products sold-”
“Oh right, and make our future customers broke from their first purchase? Keep in mind that not everyone comes from a particularly wealthy background,” Adrian pointed out in a stone cold