down between us. “Guess I’ve no recourse now but to apologize for misplacing my manners.”
“Don’t worry.” Heat flushed through me as all that rational thought flew from my mind and I unzipped his suit pants. “I’m very good at accepting apologies.” I slipped my hand inside his underwear and gripped his hardening length, loving the way he groaned, deep and wanting. “In fact, I predict my acceptance will be on your mind all day.”
I thought I heard him mutter, “Then it’ll be nothing new,” but I couldn’t be sure and his fingers were between my legs, chasing away all thoughts of anything but him and his hands and his mouth and his … well, you know ...
“Bailey, I love you, but if you tell one more story about your luxury three-week, five-star honeymoon across Europe, I’m going to scream,” Jess said, tucked into a large armchair in her sitting room with her feet up on a plush stool. Her cheeks were full and flushed, there were dark circles under her eyes, and I could see why Coop and Jess had asked repeatedly for their OB to check if they were having twins. She was huge.
They weren’t having twins, though.
They were just having a Lawson, and clearly he or she was going to be built like a Lawson.
Poor Jess, I thought. Her pregnancy had been uncomfortable from the start.
Bailey shot me, Ivy, and Dahlia a guilty look. “Have I been talking about it a lot?”
No. She hadn’t. This was the first time since her and Vaughn’s return that she’d even mentioned Europe. I gave her a reassuring shake of my head.
“I can’t think of you and Vaughn or anyone gallivanting freely across Europe, doing nothing but sightseeing, eating at nice restaurants, drinking champagne and cocktails, and having great sex all the time. I haven’t been able to find a comfortable position to sit or sleep in, let alone have sex in, for the last four months.”
More guilt suffused me.
I’d just had a night of epic sex.
Such epic sex, I was in denial about how out of control this situation with Jack could get. I didn’t want to think about it. I only wanted to contemplate the next time I could get him naked.
It was so unlike me.
And yet there was something freeing in not caring about the future and only living in the moment.
Probably a terrible point in my life, i.e., about to become a responsible parent, to indulge in such a philosophy.
But my baby wasn’t here yet, so it didn’t count.
Right?
“I’m sorry, Jess.” Bailey gave her a sympathetic look.
“No, I’m sorry.” Jess glowered at the wall beyond us. “I’m an irritable, unpleasant human to be around. Dahlia and Em closed their stores to come here so I didn’t have to come to you, and I’m being horrible.”
“You’re thirty-four weeks pregnant with what I can only assume is a future NBA player,” Dahlia retorted. “You’re allowed to be irritable.”
“Emery isn’t irritable.”
Oh God, don’t bring me into it.
“Look”—Jess gestured to me, bringing me into it—“twelve weeks pregnant and you wouldn’t even know it. I bet you’re going to have a cute little bump and stay long-legged and beautiful and comfortable throughout the whole thing.”
“Let’s focus on the future,” I urged. “And how our children will be so close in age, they’ll grow up as best friends.”
“And,” Bailey jumped in, “if one is a boy and the other a girl, they might grow up as childhood sweethearts. How adorable would that be?”
“That would be adorable,” Jess agreed with a smile.
All four of us sighed with relief that she liked the idea. It was her first smile of the day.
“What about you and Vaughn?” Jess asked Bailey. “Have you had the kid talk yet?”
“We know we don’t have a ton of years to put it off, but we’ve decided we’d like at least a year, maybe two, where it’s just us.”
“I get it,” Dahlia agreed. “Michael and I talked about having kids just after I got shot. I wanted to know it was an option. But now Michael is talking about it a lot, as if he wants it all and he wants it all as soon as possible. I just want him for a while. I didn’t have him for so long, and as selfish as it sounds, I don’t want to share him just yet.”
“Have you told him that?” Ivy asked.
“No, I don’t want him to think I’m selfish.”
“I don’t think he’ll think that’s selfish at all,” I assured her. “In fact,