The Randy Romance Novelist(90)

A family of f*cking three.

I ran my hand through my hair and glanced up at Rosie, but she was no longer on the table . . . she was behind the partition getting dressed. Not even thinking about privacy, since I’ve seen her naked and in more compromising positions than I could think, I walked over to the divider and watched her.

“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” I asked, startling her.

Pants covered her bottom half, but she was still bare from the torso up. From my appearance behind her shield, she quickly covered her breasts with her shirt. “What are you doing back here?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Rosie, why the hell are you covering up? I’ve seen you naked before.”

She didn’t answer me. She turned her back to me and continued to dress. Not liking the cold shoulder she was giving me, I pulled on her shoulders to turn her around. “Hey, why are you hiding from me?”

“Are you really that dense?” she snapped at me.

“Uh . . . I guess so. Please enlighten me.”

She yanked her shirt down so she was completely covered now. “Maybe because you are revolted by me.”

Ah, yes, I forgot about our fight from last night. I was so caught up in the baby I didn’t even remember we spent the night apart. How could I forget that? It was the worst night of my life.

Knowing I needed to be gentle, I tipped her chin so she was forced to meet my eyes. “Rosie, I’m not revolted by you, at all. I . . .” I looked around and let out a long breath. “I don’t want to do this here. Will you please go on a walk with me?”

“Don’t you have to work?” Her voice was terse; she was not in the mood to have me around.

“I took a personal day. I need to talk to you.”

She looked me up and down and then sighed. “Why do you have to have the most perfectly tailored suits and look so damn hot in them? Ugh.” She grabbed her purse and pushed past me. “Fine, I will walk with you, but just because I can’t deny you when you look like that.”

With a huge smile on my face, I buttoned up my jacket and guided her out of the office. We stood in silence as we rode the elevator down to the main level, and didn’t talk when we made our way through the bustling streets of New York City.

The sun was shining brightly, birds were chirping in the trees above us, and the smell of fresh cut grass permeated my senses. It was a gorgeous day. It was the perfect day.

We made our way to a bench in Central Park that overlooked a small pond. Skyscrapers framed the green of the landscape, creating a picturesque moment, one I knew I would never forget.

“Why are we here?” Rosie asked. I gestured to the bench for her to sit down, and luckily she complied.

“I need to talk to you, Rosie.”

“Why were you at the doctor’s appointment, Henry? If you knew I was pregnant, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you say anything to me?” I asked, throwing her question right back at her. She bit her lip and looked away. “Rosie, answer the question. If you knew on Saturday, then why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because.” Her lip trembled and I forced her to look at me.

“Because why?”

“I wanted to make sure you still thought I was sexy. I didn’t want to lose you, and I thought if I could be sexy for you, like grip vagina balls all night, then maybe you wouldn’t leave me like I knew you were going to.”

“Why on earth would you think that?”

She gave me a pointed look. “You are either really good at having blue balls or you’re getting your jollies somewhere else. Which one is it, Henry?”

I nodded my head, frustrated with her question. I wasn’t going to blow up on her, though. I wasn’t going to freak out over another accusation of me cheating on her. Instead, I took in a calming breath and grabbed hold of her hands.

“I haven’t been honest with you.”

“Oh, my God.” Her lip tremble turned into a full-on shake as tears filled her eyes.

Realizing what I said, I quickly backtracked. “I haven’t been honest with you in the aspect of what’s been going on with my job.” A stray tear fell down her face, and I quickly wiped it away with my thumb. “A few weeks ago, I was offered the opportunity to put in a bid for the Legacy campaign.”

“You did a good job,” she said weakly. “I liked what you did with the condoms.”

I chuckled to myself. “Thank you, love, but that’s not all of it. Eric pulled me into his office and told me if I landed this campaign with Legacy, then I would secure a promotion to Director of Social Media Marketing.”

Her head snapped up and wide eyes showed through her tears. “What? A promotion?”

I nodded. “Yes, a promotion. A huge salary increase, which includes bonuses and an actual office, not a cube.”

“Wh-why didn’t you tell me?”

“I should have,” I answered honestly. “But at the time, you were a little emotional, umm . . . hormonal and I didn’t want to get your hopes up. I had big plans for us if I got the promotion, plans that involved moving out of this city and starting a family.”

“But . . . I don’t understand.”

I gripped her cheek with my hand and rubbed her skin softly, loving the way her eyes still showed how madly in love she was with me. I was one lucky son of a bitch.