Page 51 of Grand Slam

“Excuse me, guesthouse?” Her eyes widen with excitement.

“Yes, I want you in Nashville Alizabeth, but I don’t want you living in the same house. I don’t like to be quiet and also don’t like to keep my activities designated to the bedroom.”

“Ew.” She gags. “Are you seriously a kitchen table humper?”

I nod. “And the counter, against the living room wall, on the floor in front of the fireplace.”

“And up against the windows.”

Emerson slaps at Liz.

“What, that is how my little niece or nephew was conceived.” I give Em a look and she looks to the floor.

“All I’m saying is if Emerson and I are watching a movie and the mood hits us, I don’t want to be restricted.”

“There’s also the walking around naked thing too.” Liz wrinkles her nose up.

“Yah and there’s that,” I say.

“Can I at least have a nice view from my guesthouse windows? One that doesn’t face your house.”

“I have the perfect spot already picked out.”

“Thank you,” she says with a smile.

Up over the hill, hidden in some trees, and her own little private pool and hot tub. So Emerson and I can have our naked time in the pool too.

“I’m going to go shower.” Liz offers both of us a hug. “What time do we have to leave tomorrow?”

Emerson glances between the two of us with a confused look on her face.

“By ten at the latest,” I say and she nods, leaving me alone with my girl.

“Where are you two going?”

“You’re going too,” I assure her.

“Where?”

“Got games in Michigan.” Immediately she starts shaking her head. “I told you I’ve got it taken care of and that everything will be alright.”

“I can’t go out now, especially to a game with thousands of people that think I’m this horrible person that tricked you.”

“You can go out.” She starts to argue and I kiss her to shut her up. “Trust me. I would never put you into a situation that I didn’t have full control over.”

I can tell she wants to list all the reasons why she thinks this is a bad idea, but instead she nods.

“Now I’ve been going for more than twenty-four hours, and after today I think we could both use some sleep.” Again she nods. “Good because all I really want to do is hold my girl and my baby.”

Her eyes fill with tears and I kiss them away.

“I love you, Emerson.” Her lips trembles. “I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks. I love you, and I want this baby."

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Emerson

I tossedand turned practically the entire night. My mind constantly raced with all the things bouncing around about me and the horrible things people have decided I am capable of. I know I shouldn’t care, and that the only person’s opinion that should matter is Kelton’s, but my mind doesn’t work that way. People’s perception of me, the way they look at me and will continue to do so, is swaying heavily on me.

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