Reckless Temptations (Tempted #4)(60)

I didn’t get that one. He was like twelve years older than her, but hey, who was I to judge anyone.

“How’d it go at the doctor?” I questioned, giving in to my urge to touch her and reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Baby is good, perfect actually,” she smiled widely. “I heard Pea’s heartbeat,” she said, biting her lip and shaking her head as if the words amazed her. “It’s so strong,” she whispered, her smile reaching up to her eyes.

I stared at her and I envied the look in her eyes, the pride and love reflected in them. Since I realized I had missed the appointment I had been feeling guilty but now, looking at Lauren I was actually jealous I missed a chance to feel the way she did. I missed out on something big and I was feeling it.

“I have a picture, do you want to see it?”

I nodded.

“Absolutely,” I said, as she stood up and walked toward the kitchen. I followed her, surprised by how much I wanted to see Pea.

She pulled the sonogram picture off the refrigerator and I was never happier about a purchase than I was at the moment and I realized something else—furniture wasn’t going to make this place a normal home.

But Lauren would.

Putting Pea’s first grainy photo on the front of the refrigerator made these four walls a home.

I took the photo in my hand and tried to make out a head, two legs and two arms but all I saw was something that looked like a dot.

“That’s Pea,” she said, pointing to the dot. “And these lines, on this picture is the heartbeat,” she added, showing me the lines that traveled up and down the photograph.

“Wow,” I said, more to myself than to her, looking back at the dot, at Pea, before glancing over at Lauren. “Cute kid,” I teased, winking at her.

She smiled at me and I stared at her for a moment, my eyes dipping to her flat stomach as I tried to picture what she’d look like in the next few months as Pea grew inside of her.

How fucking crazy was that? Lauren was growing a human inside of her.

Without thinking, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and tugged her into the crook of my arm.

“I’m sorry I missed this,” I said, holding up the photo. “But I won’t miss anymore,” I promised.

And I wouldn’t.

Because I didn’t want to.

Wow.

Funny, what one little picture could do to a person, how one little dot could mean so much.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead, dropping my arm from her shoulders and placed Pea’s first photo back where it belonged.

“Did you eat?”

“No,” she said, glancing at the bag of groceries. “What’d you get?”

“Sorry they were all out of cottage cheese,” I lied. That shit was vile, and I wasn’t about to subject Pea to that crap. I walked over to the bags and pulled out chocolate pudding, a gallon of milk, cookies, a rotisserie chicken, a tub of ice cream and lastly a jar of pickles.

All the necessities.

I may not know much but wasn’t it some cardinal rule that all pregnant chicks craved pickles and ice cream? Tada!

“Riggs?” She asked, picking up the jar of pickles.

I did good, I knew the pickles would be a big hit and I smiled proudly.

This baby daddy thing would be a breeze.

“Yes, Kitten?”

“How about we order out?” She asked, placing the pickles back on the counter, covering her mouth with her hand.

I reached out and pulled her hand away and she giggled.

“What?” I asked.

“You bought me pickles and ice cream,” she said through her giggles.

“Yeah, so?” I looked back at the ice cream.

“Nothing,” she said, surprising me by wrapping her arms around my middle and hugging me. “Thank you, that was really sweet.”

“But you rather order out,” I said, wrapping my arms around her waist and glancing down at her.

“I want pizza,” she declared, tilting her head back so she could look up at me.

Those eyes, man, they were pretty.

I hope Pea has her eyes.

“You want anything on it?”

“Sausage,” she whispered, winking at me before she dropped her arms from me.

I knew that all these Italian’s wanted the old sausage. Speaking of sausage, I wonder when the last time she had it was. Was I last the one?

Whoa, buddy. Don’t go there.

The last thing I needed right now was to think about Lauren getting laid.

Still, I pictured her sprawled out on the floor, legs open wide, inviting me to devour that pussy. Nah, fuck that. I’d rather be on the bottom, have her sit on my face and ride my tongue. Now, that was a pretty picture. I’d grab onto her thighs as she went buck wild on my tongue.

Yes, please.

More of that.

A lot more of that.

“Riggs?” She questioned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?” I said as my eyes dropped to her tits. Had they gotten bigger? They looked tremendous right now in that t-shirt.

I wonder if I pretend to drop a glass of water on the front of it if she’ll take it off and show me her nips.

I wanted the nips.

“You’re sweating,” she pointed out.

“Fuck,” I growled. “I’m fine, just order whatever you want. I need to use the bathroom,” I said, turning around to adjust my dick straining against the zipper of my jeans.