placed my hand on her stomach again. “Thank you, Laura. You just made my day, my week…my entire month.”
Then I had a thought. “Does your dad know?”
“No. I thought we’d tell him together.”
“I am so in for favorite son-in-law.”
“Um, Jackson, you’re the only son-in-law.”
I waved my hand. “Doesn’t matter. He wanted grandbabies, and now he’s gonna have one! I’m so in.”
She threw back her head, laughing. “Okay, whatever you say.”
“I’ll crunch numbers later. Let’s go home. I want to hang up my peanut picture and spoil my baby momma.”
She rested her head on my shoulder. “I’d like that.”
I kissed her forehead. “Thank you, sweet girl. You made today amazing.”
She snuggled closer. “You’re welcome.”
Chapter 9
Jackson
Hank was on the phone when I walked into his office. I threw myself down on the chair in front of his desk, leaning my head against the cool leather and closing my eyes. Maybe his call would take a while and I could grab a nap. All too soon, I heard him hang up the phone, but he didn’t say anything for a minute. Finally, he spoke.
“Jackson, you look exhausted.”
“I am.”
“Is Laura okay?”
“She’s fine. More than fine.” I grimaced. “She’s…full of energy.”
“Well, that’s great news.”
“Yep.”
“You could be a little more enthusiastic.”
I opened my eyes, leaning forward, resting my arms on my thighs. “I’m thrilled my wife is healthy. I am beyond relieved the first trimester is over and her morning sickness is done. The, ah, difference in her is—” I sighed “—extreme.”
A ghost of a smile made his lips twitch. He sat back in his chair, flipping his pen between his fingers. “I know we never talk personal shit, Jackson, your wife being my daughter and all, but Laura has always been very much like her mother. And I lived with her mother while she was pregnant with Laura. I know about the, ah, extremes.”
I dropped my head back on my chair. “Oh God. I could barely touch her for weeks, and I thought I was going to explode… And now… Jesus… Now, it’s like she can’t get enough of me.”
Hank held up his hand. “If you start to tell me any details, Jackson, I’m bound to unleash another wild crane full of scaffolding on you. No matter how sympathetic I am.”
I shook my head wearily. “I have no desire to share any details with you, Hank—even if she weren’t your daughter, that shit is private. But, man, I’m not sure I’m gonna survive this pregnancy.”
Hank’s shoulders shook with silent laughter.
I glared at him. “Glad I amuse you.”
He shook his head. “Every man feels the same way. Your wife is suddenly amorous all the time, and you think you’ve hit the jackpot.”
“I did. Until I realized she is never satisfied. I’m lying there exhausted and happy, and she wants to start all over again. I swear I’m too old for this shit.”
He didn’t hide his laughter this time, and I had to grin with him. He was right. When Laura’s morning sickness had stopped and she suddenly was interested in sex again, it was like a dream come true. She was primed and ready for me when I got home and, again, later in the evening. It started all over again in the morning. Then the visits during the day to the trailer started, and I realized I couldn’t escape her wandering hands and pleading eyes anywhere. And my damn cock had no problem rising to the occasion. It was the rest of my body that was objecting. I was exhausted.
The scariest part was, the further along in her pregnancy she was, the hornier she seemed to become. Last night, I had invented a late meeting so I could catch a nap in the trailer before I got home. But I knew I couldn’t do that often. She was far too clever; even if she hadn’t cut back at work, she would find out. Not only would her feelings be hurt, but she would also be furious. The thought of the passion she was experiencing turning to anger directed at me was a scary thought.
“All I can tell you is that it does level off.” Then he smirked. “Once the baby comes, you’ll be back in dry dock, so try to enjoy it.”
I chuckled. “At least I’m safe here. Maybe I’ll sneak in a nap later at my desk.”
Hank’s mouth opened to say something when we both heard it. Laura’s voice out in the lobby.
“Did I see Jackson’s truck, Jen?”
I stared at Hank in panic. I