Page 39 of No First Kisses

Logan eyes me suspiciously and then walks out of the bathroom without another word, which may have saved both of our lives.

Me, because I really am about to piss myself. Him, because if he didn’t give me this little bit of breathing room, I genuinely would pull his head off by the neck and tear out his spine.

I barely get my leggings down over my thighs before falling backward onto the porcelain. Once I finally finish, after what feels like a five-minute break, I have to lean forward just to get the leverage to get up.

“Seriously,” I huff to no one but myself once I manage to get my leggings back up. “This is all the crap no one tells you when you get pregnant. Like sure, Poppy. You’re gonna glow. But you’re also gonna struggle to get your freakin’ pants up over your ass. Oh, sure, you may not have shown at all for the first half of the pregnancy, but now there’s no hiding the fact that you’re gonna pop out Logan’s giant baby.”

“Who are you talking to?” Logan sticks his head into the room while I wash my hands.

“Myself,” I snap. “Remind me not to let you get me pregnant again. This shit is definitely for the birds.”

Logan smiles then, and I want to slap the dimples right off his face. Either that or sit on them. I can’t make up my mind, and I blame him for every single moment of the confusion. He’s responsible for turning me into this giant mess of hormones and anger and horniness.

“Let’s go.” I stop in front of him, turning my face up so that he can lean down and kiss me. “I’m starving.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my forehead.

“I love you, Poppy.”

“I love you too, Lo. Now let’s go because if your kid dances on my bladder anymore, I’m not going to be able to eat before I have to pee again.”

I don’t tell him that I’m not really hungry for food at that point because my hormones need to take a chill pill. At least until we get home. I’ve already had him once, first thing in the morning. Now, I just need to make it to the house.

“I wonder how often Parker’s having sex with Remy,” I muse when we get back to our booth.

Logan pauses, his drink halfway to his lips before he cocks his head to the side and opens his mouth. “I don’t even want to know the route your thoughts took to get to our friends and their sex life. But I know you’re gonna tell me anyway.”

“Okay.” I draw on the table in an imaginary circle with my finger, my eyes locked on his. “So, I’ve been ridiculously horny, since before I even found out I’m pregnant. Which you know. And it’s only gotten worse as the pregnancy’s gone on. So it has me wondering if it’s worse with twins. Or maybe it’s the opposite. And the only one I know that I can ask is Parker because all the other women are having one baby too. So they’ve gotta be like me. Just horny all the time. But if Parker is doubly horny, is it because there’s twice the hormones? Or is it less because there are two in there to settle her down.” Phew. Rambling like that has me thirsty, so I steal the drink right out of Logan’s hand and drink half of his Dr. Pepper in one swig.

“Caffeine, Poppy. You’re not supposed to have caffeine.”

My only response is the burp that I don’t even try to hide.

“I give it a six out of ten,” Logan says distractedly. He is too busy staring over the top of my head at whoever has just come into the restaurant.

“You’re crazy. That was at least a seven, just on length. Not to mention, I’m almost eight months pregnant. Where did all that sit in here?” I motion to my stomach, which is actually fairly well hidden by the table. “It’s like the air came out of the baby. Not just me.”

Logan doesn’t answer me. I look over my shoulder, trying to figure out what has him so distracted, but all I see are some of the firefighters.

“Hey, Josh!” I call out loudly, causing half the restaurant to go quiet. At least until they see my craziness waving at my friend like a lunatic. “How’d that baby delivery go last night that I sent you on?”

All the firefighters around him start laughing, and I can’t help joining in when I see the red flush creep up his face.

As a group, they move to our table, and I slide out of my side of the booth and into the other side so that I can force Logan to rub my back while I eat. Although, I don’t have to force him to do anything, because his nondominant hand immediately starts a soothing rub of my lower back.

Josh and two of the other three men take my old spot in the long booth, and the last guy grabs a chair from the table behind us. Then he positions himself so that he is sitting with his back to the wall, practically at my side. As close as he can get without actually sitting in the booth with me.

“You think Vi is gonna freak out about us joining you guys?”

“Nah,” I tell him with a smile, leaning into Logan, who immediately wraps an arm around my shoulders. “She hasn’t come to get our order yet. Just drinks so far. But she knows what I want already, so really it’s just Logan who needs to order.”

“Great.” Josh turns to the men at his side, who can really give the guys at BPD a run for their money in the looks department. “These are some of the guys from BFD. Gino Ramirez, with the crazy green eyes.” He motions to the tan man sitting right next to him. “The blond one who looks like he should be surfing is Ryder Cook.” The two of them nod but don’t say anything. “And then, of course, you know Kevin Young, Chloe’s brother.” He nods at the man at my side, who grunts in response.

I stare at Josh like he is an idiot, before shaking my head. Of course I know who he is. I went with Logan to celebrate the man’s life, and they served together overseas. But I also know he was hurt, and he doesn’t like to be touched. Ignoring everyone else, I lean over slowly, so that he can see me coming.

“You wanna feel the demon spawn?” He stares at me with uncertainty in his amber eyes. “I just drank half of Logan’s Dr. Pepper. He’s gonna be jumping around like crazy here in a minute, and Logan pissed me off so I don’t want him to be the one to benefit from it.”

Still ignoring the silence that fills the air around us, I wait for him to make up his mind.

“Chloe keeps making me do the same thing,” he admits quietly. So quiet that if I hadn’t been waiting and watching his mouth, I would have missed it completely.

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