Page 287 of The Baby Twist
I ended the call and closed my eyes for a moment. I had this crazy craving for Taco Bell and couldn’t shake it.
“Hey, beautiful,” Charlie answered when I called.
“Hi, handsome. I just called to let you know that I’m craving Taco Bell in a crazy way.”
“I see. When I get home, how about we go to that Mexican restaurant we like?”
“The babies are specifically craving Taco Bell, Charlie.”
“Okay. Taco Bell it is.” He chuckled. “Text me what you want. I’ll be home in a couple of hours.”
“Thanks. I love you.”
“I love you too, babe. I’ll see you soon.”
Charlie
“Taco Bell?” Chase’s brow arched. “Nasty.”
“It’s what she and babies want.” I smiled.
“I meant to ask you. Did you ever take the ring you bought back?”
“No. It’s still buried in my drawer. Maybe one day she’ll change her mind.”
“I can tell it’s been bothering you,” Chase said.
“I try not to think about it. Things are great with us, and the twins will be here soon. If she doesn’t want to get married, I need to respect that.”
“But you never asked her, Charlie. You don’t know for sure that she’d say no.”
“You didn’t hear her that night, and honestly, I think her rejection would be worse. I’m grateful for what we have, and I’m not pushing it. Let’s talk about that new game we want to develop.”
After leaving the office, I had Mateo drop me off at the Mexican restaurant to pick up a carry-out order before stopping at Taco Bell. I wasn’t about to eat that crap, and I knew once Marley smelled the food from the place we loved, she’d dump the Taco Bell.
Stepping through the front door, I headed to the kitchen and set the bags of food on the island.
“I thought I heard you come in.” Marley smiled, walking into the kitchen.
“It feels good to be home.” I gripped her hips and kissed her.
“What’s this?” She pointed to the bag from the other restaurant.
“I stopped and got that for me. Go take your Taco Bell and sit down.” A smirk crossed my lips as I handed her the bag.
We sat down at the table, and I noticed her staring at me as she bit into her burrito supreme.
“What?” I smiled.
“Nothing.” She continued to stare.
“This is so good. This restaurant never fails to serve the best Mexican,” I said.
“Yeah. They do have really good food.” She took another bite of her burrito and set it down. “What?” She placed her hand on her belly and looked down. “You two want what Daddy’s having? But he stopped and got this great Taco Bell for us.”
“Marley, would you like some?” I held out my fork to her.
“Yes!” She grabbed it and stuck it in her mouth. “Oh, my God. This is so good. You know it’s my favorite.”
