Misadventures of a College Girl (Misadventures #9)(64)

Toby giggles. It’s our family’s joke. Daddy and Toby always eat all the pancakes except one. Honestly, I don’t even like pancakes, so one saved pancake won’t rock my world, especially given the yummy looking yogurt parfait I spied on the tray next to the pancakes. But Toby doesn’t need to know my honest feelings about pancakes. All he needs to know at his age is that he always dutifully saves a pancake for his mommy because he’s a thoughtful and kind little boy who loves his mommy.

I close the bathroom door behind me, my heart pounding, and grab a pregnancy test from under my sink. It’s been torture waiting for today to take this test. But I wanted to wait long enough to confidently avoid a false negative. And then I had the brilliant idea to wait an extra week until my birthday morning to find out.

I pee on the stick and put it on the ledge of the sink, assuming I’m going to have to wait a few minutes for the result. But, almost instantly, a bright pink “plus” sign begins appearing in the result pane. I clap my hand over my mouth. Oh, my God. Tyler’s going to freak. He’s been wanting another Caldwell for three years. I hide the stick behind my back and saunter into the bedroom.

“What the heck?” I shriek, feigning shock at the lone pancake sitting on the tray. “What happened to all the pancakes?”

Toby squeals with laughter. He looks at his daddy, and they share a guilty smile. “I told Daddy not to eat that one because it’s your birthday, Mommy.”

“Thank you. Glad to know someone around here has some self-restraint.” I sit on the bed and pick up my son’s drawing again. “Hey, bubba, do you think you’d be willing to add something to your drawing for me? I think there’s a little something missing.”

Toby looks perplexed. But Tyler’s face instantly lights up like a Christmas tree.

“What?” Toby asks, scooting next to me on the bed to look at the drawing. His little brow is knitted.

I gaze at Tyler to find him looking like he’s holding his breath. “A baby brother or sister,” I say, pulling the pee stick out from behind my back with a giggle.

“Oh, babe,” Tyler says. He grabs my face and kisses me with so much fervor, he takes my breath away. “The Caldwells are multiplying!” he shouts, raising his fist in victory. “You’re gonna be a big brother, Toby! Mommy’s got a little brother or sister inside her belly right now.”

“In there?” He pokes me.

“In there,” I confirm.

Toby nods like all’s right with the world. “Good,” he says matter-of-factly. “I’ll play football with Daddy, and our baby will sing and dance with Mommy and everyone will have a best friend.”

Tyler and I laugh.

“How sweet of you to want a best friend for me,” I say. I wipe a pancake crumb off my son’s lip with my thumb. “Thank you, bubba.”

My eyes drift to Tyler, and my clit pulses at the sight of him. Holy hot damn. My husband looks sexy as hell right now. Clearly, my baby news has turned him on.

Tyler rustles Toby’s curly hair. “Hey, bubba. Let’s go find Lucinda, okay? Daddy wants to give Mommy a special birthday present for a little bit. And then we’ll all go out together and go ice skating at the rink for Mommy’s birthday before she has to go to the theater.”

“Okay.”

Tyler turns his back toward the edge of the bed, and Toby leaps onto his daddy’s back without needing to be told what to do.

“I’ll be right back, Mrs. Caldwell,” Tyler says over his shoulder. And off he goes with his son on his back to find our live-in housekeeper somewhere in our sprawling apartment. Two minutes later, my husband returns with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Tyler quietly closes and locks our bedroom door behind him, picks up the tray of food off my lap, and places it on a nearby table. He then proceeds to pull off every stitch of his clothes, gracing me with the view of him that will never get old as long as I live.

“Happy birthday, baby,” Tyler says, pulling my pajama bottoms down. He leans down and presses his lips softly against my belly button. “Hello, Baby Caldwell. I can’t wait to meet you.”

I lean back into my pillows, smiling as my naked husband crawls onto the bed next to me, pulls my underwear off, and begins trailing kisses from my belly downward. “Happy birthday to me,” I whisper softly as Tyler’s lips begin doing wondrous things to me. “Happy, happy birthday to me.”



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