Page 199 of Debts and Desires
“Holy shit,” I breathed. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Nah.” He pulled away, moments later carrying me to the bed. He removed his clothes and started for mine.
“Keep it on,” I breathed.
“This again? Em, you’re killin’ me. I just wanna feel you.”
“I know. But it reminds me of our first time in the office.” His eyes darkened and I no longer had to argue with him about it.
“I shoulda done a lot more that night,” he said.
“Yeah? Like what?”
“Like this.” He leaned down, capturing my lips with his.
Eventually he won, getting most of the dress off of me. However, it became bunched together at my middle and he didn’t seem to notice anything.
Carter praised me with a sweet melody of both words and kisses that danced across my skin. I harmonized with soft pleas and long moans of his name.
I came over and over until I was pretty sure I was a boneless pile of goo. It wasn’t the twenty-five he’d promised, just five instead.
“For now,” he promised. And I pouted, wanting more. But he wanted me to rest.
When he was done, he cleaned us up and pulled me into his arms, too tired to care about changing out of my dress. I was just about to sleep when I remembered something.
“I almost forgot,” I said, sitting up and walking to my suitcase. “I got you your own award.” Grabbing the little bag, I walked it over to him. I watched as he sat up and took it, his arm muscles rippling as he moved to open the bag. He pulled out the door sign and read it. The sign said, “World’s Cutest Little Mechanic.” He laughed, shaking his head.
“You like it?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said, placing it back in the bag.
“Good. I’m glad. But I should tell you that award is only good for a little, like mid-August. Then another, much cuter little mechanic will claim it.” He went to shake his head again, but realization dawned on him.
“Wait… are you?” I bit my lip and nodded.
Since this was my third baby, I showed a lot faster. I was about twelve weeks and I’d been doing a pretty good job of hiding my stomach, keeping clothes on during fun times, despite him protesting like earlier. It wasn’t a big belly yet, but I knew Carter would notice. Nothing got past him. He didn’t put up much fight, though, thankfully. After another invitation, I knew I would be going to the Grammy’s this year and figured out theperfect plan. The hardest part was hiding my sickness, but I managed.
Carter’s eyes widened, his expression becoming a mixture of joy and surprise. He stood, waltzing over to me, not caring that he was completely naked. And I definitely wasn’t complaining. I held up my hand, pulling out the box I’d been hiding behind my back.
“Open it.” I smiled.
“I’d rather open your legs.”
“After. Just open it, please.”
“Fine.” He took the box, tearing it open. His eyes welled up with tears as he pulled out a tiny dark blue jumpsuit that matched the ones he wore at the shop.
“You like it?”
“I love it.” He looked up at me, eyes glistening. Then his brows came together as he read the name tag I’d put on temporarily. It was just a piece of notebook paper and some tape. “Wait. Is… are we having a boy?!”
Since this was our third, I had been impatient to learn what it would be and got an early blood test done. I was hysterical when I learned we’d be having a son. The nameplate said, “L. Carter Jr.” I knew we wouldn’t name him that—Carter would never allow it—but I had wanted to get my point across.
“We are,” I answered. He dropped the box on the bed and grabbed my face, pulling me close to him as he pressed a tender kiss to me. Then he pulled back.
“And you just let me do all that to you?! I could’ve hurt you, Em,” he said tugging me to him, but I pulled back, removing the dress. He looked me over, hungrily, as I let it slide to the ground. He let out a soft groan, eyes roaming all over me.
“I willneverget tired of seeing you pregnant,” he growled, walking toward me.
