One More Time - Ali Parker Page 0,76
Alicia and I were puzzled.
We’d managed to hide the pregnancy from the fans so far, but with my now fast-growing bump, I didn’t think we’d be able to keep it to ourselves for much longer. Alicia was already working on the official statement.
She was super excited, assuring us that she would handle all the fan reactions. I didn’t quite know what she meant by that, but she also assured me that she’d had non-disclosure and privacy agreements sent to the hospital and that everything would be fine.
Whatever. I trusted my sister. She was good at her job. Whatever she was anticipating, she had it covered.
Caleb drew me from my thoughts by planting his hands on my ass and pulling me close again. My breasts pushed up against his rock-solid chest, and a surge of desire shot through me. The pregnancy hormones were one thing I hadn’t been prepared for.
I’d heard of them, of course, but I hadn’t expected it to be as intense as it was. Once my morning sickness passed, I became like a sex demon. I was even more insatiable now than I had been with him before, and that was saying a lot. Caleb adored it, always rising to the occasion and insisting that he’d stay at home to be my sex slave.
I couldn’t say that I complained about his offer. What I wasn’t about to do though, was to have sex in the baby room. It didn’t have any baby stuff in it yet, but it was the principle of the matter.
“Not here, babe,” I mumbled, nuzzling Caleb’s neck.
His fingers skated to the waistband of my pants, and my arousal levels skyrocketed. “Why not?”
“It’s the baby’s room,” I reminded him. It used to be one of his empty guest rooms, but soon, it would be a nursery.
“Eventually, it’ll find out how it was made,” he muttered, drawing my earlobe between his teeth. I shuddered in his arms, every part of me was so damn sensitive at the moment that it was hard to focus when Caleb set his mind on this. “Besides, if it’s a boy, he’ll be doing the exact same thing in this very room as soon as our asses leave the house.”
“Caleb,” I protested. “Why do you have to say stuff like that?”
He lifted one shoulder, raising his head to look into my eyes. “Because it’s true. Maybe if I can tease him about beating him to doing it in his room, it’ll put him off. I’m trying to do our son a service here. Those teenage girls are dangerous.”
I laughed, shaking my head at him. “What if it’s not a boy? What if it’s a girl?”
Caleb shook with silent laughter, tugging at the bun I’d thrown my hair into earlier. “Then she’s never allowed a boy in here, and we’ll never tell her a thing about sex. She’ll live forever thinking a stork dropped her off.”
“Double standards much?” I smiled, taking the chance to escape from his arms before he stoked the flames of desire any more. I really wanted to get some of these choices about the room made today.
God knew there was a lot of work to be done on this house before the baby came. We’d only been back from the tour for a couple of days, but all my stuff was already here. Caleb insisted on my moving in immediately, and I couldn’t have been happier about it.
I couldn’t wait to unpack all my stuff and make this my home too. Our home. Already, his stark, empty bachelor pad was becoming warm and cozy. He’d told me the night before that he thought he’d left the house as an empty canvas for me on purpose, even though he hadn’t known it at the time.
He was loving seeing it taking shape and helping me unpack, getting settled. I’d been afraid that he was going to get nervous at this very obvious manifestation of all the changes in his life and his official departure from the single life, but he’d surprised me in his enthusiasm over everything.
Over and over again, he told me that the baby and I were the best thing that’d ever happened to him. He smiled at me, drawing me back into his arms.
“It’s not double standards. It’s expected from fathers of daughters. I’m only conforming for once in my life. Besides, if you’d let us find out the gender of the baby, we could stop having these hypothetical arguments.”
Though I still didn’t want to know the