Page 47 of Too Enchanting

“I speak the truth,” he replied with a chuckle. “But, I’m sure when it’s your baby, no matter how lopsided the head, wrinkled the skin, or scrunchy the face, it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.”

I nodded in agreement, though still giggling at the picture he’d put in my mind.

“And, even the weirdest-looking baby seems to grow out of it and turn into a cute kid. Unless it’s an asshole, then it doesn’t matter what it looks like.”

I almost spit out my wine.

“Oh my God, you really can’t call a baby an asshole.”

“Just call them like I see ‘em,” Jed said with a wink, and I knew he was messing with me.

The entire dinner went that way, with teasing and laughter, jokes and more laughter. By the time we left, I think I’d laughed more during that dinner than the entire past year, which on one hand, was really sad, but on the other, was great.

I was so comfortable and at ease that I forgot to be nervous about what would happen next, and before I knew it we were pulling into Jed’s driveway, he was opening my door, and we’d reached the end of the evening.

“Do you want to come inside?” Jed asked, leaving the decision up to me.

That’s when I decided, it wasn’t the end of the evening, it was only the beginning.

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