Page 85 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
“I know when I want to tell my mom and Howard about the pregnancy,” she said, meeting Jordan’s gaze.
“You do?”
She nodded. “After the Battle of the Births gender reveal. It’s only a month away, and then, not only will we be telling them about the pregnancy, we’ll know if we’ll be welcoming a little miss or a little mister.”
“What do you think we’re having?” he asked, rubbing sweet, slow circles on her knee.
She relaxed into the rocker. For the first time in a long time, the twist of nerves in her chest loosened. Her breathing matched that of the peaceful, sleeping infant in her arms, and she exhaled a slow breath that seemed a long time coming.
An easy smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she gazed at the man, perched on a little blue ottoman, ready to give her and their baby the world. Perhaps, it was the cheesecake or the pineapple juice she drank before they’d left, but a slight flutter tickled in her belly.
“I don’t know, but in a few weeks, we’re going to find out.”
