Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,75

a discount, saying she felt bad with the little food I consumed.

I’d asked for a well done steak, but what I got was a medium rare and with the baby, I didn’t want to eat it, or risk seeing the blood seep out and pass out. So bless her heart, she knocked off the price for my meal and gave us the desserts for free.

Mason had been ecstatic.

I decided to wait outside under the shelter of the restaurant while Mason ran halfway down the road to the parking lot to retrieve the car.

The door behind me opens and the couple from earlier walk out, both car seats held by the large bloke.

“Hey, I know you. You’re the chick with the kid,’’ he tells me grinning.

“He’s not a kid and yes that’s me.’’

I try to smile, but the bloke kind of freaks me out. Even with his easy playful attitude, his size and height give him a dangerous edge to him.

“Suppose not,’’ he mutters, before looking at his wife. “Wait here, I’ll get the car.’’

He runs off down the street and I stand awkwardly under the shelter until the woman next to me speaks.

“How far along are you?’’ she asks sweetly.

“I’ve got just over eight weeks left,’’ I tell her, my hand rubbing affectingly over my pregnant belly.

“Your first?’’

“Yeah. How old are these two?’’ I ask her, bending down at the knees to touch the little ones hand. Her hand immediately opens and latches onto my finger and my heart races. This is going to be me in over eight weeks and the thought has me excited and nervous. “They are adorable,’’ I tell her standing back up.

“They’re only four months old,’’ she answers proudly, just as my little girl decides to kick me in the bladder. I double over and clutch my stomach and the woman rushes over to me, her hand on my back.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?’’

Before I can answer a car door slams and Mason is in front of me. “Babe, what is it?’’

“It’s just a kick. It took me off guard,’’ I tell him, straightening up. The woman backs off a little, her nose scrunching up.

“Let’s get you home,’’ he tells me, wrapping his arm around me.

“Can we wait a second for her husband to come back?’’ I ask him, gesturing to the woman alone with two kids next to me.

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t see you there. No problem,’’ Mason replies just as another car pulls up behind Mason’s.

“It’s nice to meet you,’’ I tell the woman.

“I’m Kelly and that large Ogre is my husband, Dante,’’ she replies smiling.

“I’m Denny and this is Mason, my boyfriend.’’

“Nice to meet you,’’ Kelly smiles then Dante puffs his chest out grinning.

“Dude, be prepared,’’ is all he says to Mason, before Kelly smacks him on the chest.

“What do you mean?’’ Mason asks confused.

“The birth? It’s like watching the goriest horror movie.’’

“What?’’ Mason snaps, looking horrified.

“Yeah,’’ Dante nods his head. “First time for me was the worst. I had nightmares for weeks mate. And it was over my best friend wife’s pussy,’’ he tells Mason, earning another smack from his wife. “It was a disaster man. Her hole was like this,’’ he says, his hands spread out showing how big and I chuckle.

“It wasn’t,’’ Kelly says, smacking Dante on the arm. “He passed out, so don’t ask him anything,’’ she giggles.

“I did not. I was just taking a breather. I had just delivered a baby Kelly. That shit was scary as fuck and you can talk, you didn’t do anything,’’ he teases, a huge grin upon his face. The dude isn’t as scary as I originally thought. He’s kind of like a big bear. A big bear that’s huge and has muscles that looks like The Rock’s.

“I’ll be fine. I can handle anything as long as they’re both safe,’’ Mason replies and I smile softly up at him.

“The kids got game,’’ Dante chuckles before picking the car seats up. “It’s nice meeting ya both, but we need to get going before the old lady at the B&B locks us out,’’ he grunts, running over to the car shielding the babies in their seats.

“Old lady?’’ I ask confused, wondering if I really want to know.

“Ignore him,’’ she laughs. “He’s just scared because she didn’t fall for his charm or jokes when we arrived. We’re only here for one more night before we head back home, so good luck with the pregnancy,’’ she tells me, before turning to Mason. “And make sure you