her hands over her mouth as tears stream down her face. “I thought you were going to come out here and ask me to go to therapy with you, but you just sort of skipped all those steps.”
“I’ve wasted too much time, denying what I knew from the moment I deleted your address in that Uber app that first night.”
Lynsey blinks. “Wait, what?”
I sheepishly shrug. “I wanted you to come home with me that night. I was such a dick—like a kid tugging your pigtails in the schoolyard, but it was only because I wanted you.”
“That’s why the Uber took off after I got out of the car!” Lynsey exclaims as realization dawns. “I always meant to write a strongly worded letter to Uber.”
My shoulders shake with silent laughter. “I should write them a letter of thanks because they gave me a tremendous gift that night.” I touch her belly, feeling closer to her and our peanut than ever. “Between that and you asking me to spank you, I should’ve known I was in love.”
Her emotional face falls and her wide eyes blink back at me in horror. “Really? After that big, romantic speech you’re going to add that my penchant for a little rough play made you fall in love with me?”
I smile a big, wide, genuine smile before replying seriously, “Among other things.”
“Would you just kiss me before you ruin this?”
“Oh, baby, with pleasure.”
Lynsey is all over me the minute we walk in the door of my house, our house. Her hands, her lips, her giggly laugh. God, I really have fallen completely in love with her noises. And her scent. I can’t believe how much I missed just the smell of her when she left.
Lynsey ungracefully yanks my shirt off over my head and scores her nails down my chest and abs. Fuck, I love it when she gets wild and uncontrolled like this. Pushy and demanding. I’d love nothing more than to drop to my knees and worship her body until the sun comes up. But I have to show her something first.
“Baby,” I say, grabbing her arms and holding her back, my chest heaving with need as I stare down at her. “I need to show you the nursery.”
Her pupils are dilated as she blinks her long lashes. “We can finish setting it up later,” she says, moving in to kiss me again and fucking hell I let her. I let her because she tastes so good and she feels so good and if I wasn’t such a moron I’d have married her already.
I pull my lips away and say, “It’s completely different now.”
She frowns up at me and finally lets me walk her down the hallway to the bedroom that used to be hers. I open the door and turn on the light to reveal the work me and three other grown-ass men have done in the past twenty-four hours. Well, plus my mother who was basically tripping over herself as she bought out an entire boutique baby store in less than two hours.
Since we still don’t know the gender of the baby, the room is an eclectic mix of colors. I told my mom that I didn’t want it to be gray or muted. I wanted the room to explode with color and be similar to the colorful top Lynsey wore the night we met. That top still hangs in my closet and will hopefully continue hanging there as we begin our life together.
Lynsey gasps as she walks in and looks at the white crib, changing table, and dresser that are covered with colorful accent fabrics. She touches one of her grandmother’s vintage armchairs that never made it into the house before and now rests as a perfect rocking chair for the baby. She marvels over the polka dot accent wall that Max did all by himself and she reaches up to flick the color mobile that my mother hand crocheted well into the night.
“I had a lot of help putting this together.”
“Where’s all of my stuff?”
I inhale deeply. “In our room.”
She lifts her brows. “You were that confident you were going to win me back?”
“I just wanted to show you what our life will look like here,” I state, stepping inside and standing on the black and white rug. “The office was too small for our baby and this room makes a lot more sense.”
She nods knowingly. “And what if I want more babies?”
My brows lift but the question doesn’t scare me.