the same time he and the boys are getting out of his SUV, and I park next to them.
“Can I see your phone to show Mitchell the pictures Dad took?” Max asks, opening my car door before I have a chance to.
“Sure.” I laugh, reaching into my large Coach tote that is covered with strawberries, pears, bananas, and apples. My stomach drops when my fingers brush across the plastic shopping bag holding my purchase from the drug store. Shit, I still haven’t taken that damn pill. What the hell is wrong with me? With my hand suddenly shaking, I grasp my cell phone from the bottom of my bag then click on the Photos app before handing it to Max.
“I’m so mad I wasn’t there,” Mitchell says, smiling at me. “Can we bake cookies sometime?”
“Yes,” I say, unsure if I’m lying or not. Tonight, I’m going to get myself together and have a very uncomfortable conversation with his dad, and if Gareth tells me he never wants more kids, I seriously don’t know what I will do.
Okay, I do know I will be disappointed and will most likely cry. A lot.
“Right on.” He looks from me to his dad. “What are we having for dinner? I’m starving.”
“Chicken tacos,” Gareth replies, and my stomach grumbles, only I’m not sure if it’s from hunger or worry. “You boys go shower. Dinner will be ready when you get done.”
Without a fight, they both take off toward the house then disappear inside. “What’s with the look?” Gareth asks quietly, and I turn my head to face him, wondering how he knows something is wrong by just looking at me.
“Do you want more kids?” I blurt, and his eyes shutter, making me feel sick. I wrap my arms around my middle to keep myself together. “I…. God, I don’t want to seem crazy bringing this up now, especially when we are just getting to know each other. But what you said to Mitchell the other day about him never having a sister has been replaying in my head. I feel like I need to know if you do or not before we continue seeing each other, or—”
“I saw the pill,” he cuts me off.
I shake my head in confusion and feel my brows draw together. “What?”
“I saw that pill in your bag when I was getting your phone.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “I wanted to toss it.” He says and realize what he’s talking about and pull one strap of my bag off my shoulder. I look inside and see the Plan B box is still in the shopping bag. “I didn’t do it, I wanted to, but I didn’t.” My head flies up when he laughs without humor. “I thought I knew what I wanted. Hell, the day of our first date, I told my sisters I didn’t want more kids, and I meant it.” He shakes his head then wraps his hand around the back of his neck. “Then the other night you told me about going to get that fucking pill, and I felt disappointed. And today, when I saw it, my only thought was to throw it away before you could take it.”
I stare at him not sure what to feel. Elated that he’s open to having more kids, pissed that he thought about tossing my pill without giving me a choice, without even talking to me. “I don’t even know what to say right now.”
He takes a step toward me and I hold my breath “You asked if I want more kids and the answer to that question is yes. If things between us work out, I want everything with you including children.”
As relieved as that news makes me I shake my head and say softly. “If this is going to ever work between us Gareth, we both need to be honest about what we want and what we expect from each other. You need to talk to me.”
“I want you,” he says quietly, closing the distance between us. “I want time alone with you. Time for us to get to know each other. I want to watch you get to know my boys and experience them falling in love with you. Just like I seem to be.” My entire body jolts from his admission, and my arms drop to my sides. “I’ll try not to act on instinct, but truth be told I don’t know what I’m doing. This is all new to me, I’ve never