Page 75 of A Moment for Us
Gray is the next one to offer his congratulations.
Then Oliver comes forward. “I don’t know what the hell is going on in this town, but we’ve been back a few months, and it’s like the water is tainted. People getting married, having babies, kids no one knew about. What the hell is next?”
“Maybe it’s just all the Parkersons being around because, before this, we were all fine.”
Oliver looks to Josh. “So . . . twins.”
“Twins.”
He laughs. “You’re so fucked if they’re anything like Stella and me.”
“No shit,” Josh agrees.
I’d been worried about the baby phase, but now I remember all the trouble Oliver and Stella caused when we were kids. If it wasn’t one doing something, it was the other. They were hellions, egging each other on to do stupid things.
I look at Josh with fear. “They won’t be like them, right?”
“I fucking hope not.”
“I won’t survive it.”
He laughs. “We’ll send them to visit their aunts and uncles as much as possible.”
We sigh, and everyone starts to head off in different directions. Josh stands with me, his hand in mine. I feel bad, I should’ve been more careful about blurting it out. “I’m sorry I told everyone.”
“Don’t be.”
“We had a plan,” I remind him.
“Yes, but plans change. It’s fine, Deals. No one cares, least of all Stella. I think she was ready to burst at the seams from having to keep this secret for so long.”
I smile. “Maybe, but I still would’ve rather it happened another day.”
Josh pulls me to his side, kissing the top of my head. My eyes close of their own accord, and I sink into his embrace.
God, it feels so nice to be held by him. Even after today, and the way I’ve felt each night when I’m not in his arms, but wishing I would be. I like this. I like him.
He lets out a low sigh. “Will you dance with me?” he asks.
He’s the only one I haven’t danced with. The only one I wished to dance with.
I gaze into those blue eyes, knowing I’ll never tell him no, and smile. “I’d love to.”
He pulls me to the dance floor. In his arms, I feel safe, which makes no sense because, of all the people I should be wary of, it’s him. He’s the dream. The wish. The never ever after. The man who will always be on the outside, not allowing himself in. I’ll live in the memories of the times he allowed a moment of connection.
So tonight, during this dance, I commit every step, lyric, smell, and touch to my memory, knowing I’ll be carrying it forever.
Chapter 22
Delia
We are officially out of the danger zone. I’m thirteen weeks pregnant, and I feel no better. Seriously, I thought I’d wake up this morning, feel like P-Diddy, and be raring to go. Instead, I’m lying on the couch—dying.
Well, not dying, but I want to do nothing.
Josh walks out, freshly showered, water still hanging from the tips of his hair, and I groan. Stupid, sexy, man.
“What?”
