Page 90 of Only for Tonight
“I’m sleeping in the guest room,” she mumbles, and when I walk out with a rag, she’s still lying down in the same spot I left her in.
“If you think I’m letting you out of my sight…” I walk over and move her leg over, ready to clean her.
“Jaxon,” she hisses, thinking that I’m about to slide inside of her, “your dick is going to be missing skin soon.”
“I was going to clean you.” I hold up the wet rag in my hand and she gawks at me.
“I got it.” She grabs the rag from me and I watch her open her legs. “This shouldn’t excite you the way it does,” she hisses at me, as she tosses the rag back to me, getting under the covers. “Now, let me nap.”
“Okay.” I toss the rag to the side and slide into bed with her, grabbing her around her waist and pulling her to me.
“I need to sleep,” she groans out.
“I know, but I wanted to talk to you about something,” I tell her and she turns in my arms to face me. “You’re beautiful. Have I told you how beautiful you are today?”
“Yes,” she says softly, “you always tell me. But you especially told me today.” She smiles up at me.
“I’m going to tell you that every single day, and when our daughter is here”—I smile—“I’m going to want her to remember I always told her mom she was beautiful and I loved her every single day.”
“What if it’s a boy?” she asks me.
“I want him to remember I told him how proud I was of him and I loved him.” I smirk. “Also, take care of your mom.”
“What?” she shrieks out.
“Well, when I go away on the road, he has to know that he has to take care of you.” She pushes me away from her, but I pull her back to me. “I can’t wait to find out what we are having.”
“So I guess you want to find out?”
“I do,” I answer her. “Do you not want to know?”
“I thought I did,” she says softly, kissing my chest and then looking back up at me, “but then I thought about it more. I don’t really care if it’s a boy or a girl. I just care if the baby is healthy.” She smiles. “I care that he or she has ten fingers and ten toes. I care that it’s a smooth and easy labor,” she adds. “It’s kind of fitting, don’t you think, us waiting? It was a surprise pregnancy.” She laughs. “Might as well be ‘surprise, it’s a boy!’ or ‘surprise, it’s a girl! ’”
“Then we’ll wait,” I tell her and pull her close to me. Inhaling her scent and finally, for the first time in a week, feeling like I can breathe. “You’re right, it doesn’t matter what it is.”
“And besides, I’ve been looking at some decorations for the nursery.”
“Oh yeah?” I respond as her voice gets animated and I know she’s excited.
“I have. I even have a board I started last week.”
“I want you to show me,” I urge her and get excited. “Where is it? Can I go get it?” I ask her and she smiles.
“It’s on my laptop.” I get out of bed, grabbing a pair of shorts and rushing down the steps. I can hear her laughing the whole time. I grab it and then run back into the room, and she’s sitting up in bed. Her face that looked exhausted now looks awake.
“Okay, so this is very, very basic.” She opens her laptop. “Because I wanted us to choose a couple of things together, but…” She turns it to me and I see the mock-up room she made. “The crib is a bleached wood, so it can be for a boy or girl. Which is good for the next one.”
“The next one.” I wink at her. “I like the sound of that.”
She rolls her eyes at me before continuing what she was going to say. “Then I was thinking a cream plush rug in the middle of the room. The walls can be painted a soft ecru, and if it’s a boy, I was thinking of having someone come in and paint his name in the middle of it in a soft baby blue, and a soft pink if it’s a girl. I love this oversized, what looks like a couch, but is actually a rocking chair and it comes with the matching ottoman. It’s very neutral but you can add a blue or pink blanket on it. We can also put some soft mint-colored things. I just figure the baby isn’t really going to know what his room looks like or care, for that matter. When he or she gets to be two and we know what they like, we can change it accordingly.”
“I think it’s perfect,” I compliment her. “Is it crazy I can picture you sitting in that chair with the baby on your chest, and me coming home from a game to find the two of you?” I say the vision as if it was always there. I look at the computer, then back at her. “The team is having family skate next week,” I tell her and she looks over at me as she turns in my arms, “and I want you to come with me.”
“Well, yeah, obviously.” She buries her face in my neck, kissing me as I continue to stare at the room I am going to make sure comes to life exactly the way it is in her vision. “I have to go out and buy jeans, but I think I’ll be good.” I close the laptop and lie back down in the bed once I place it on the side table. She follows me down and puts her hand on my chest, and then places her chin on it to look up at me.
“You went shopping yesterday,” I remind her.
“I went out with Zoey and ended up at Gabriella’s crying about you, stupid jerkface.” She looks up at me, her chin on her hand. “So there was no shopping done. But my aunt is on the hunt for clothes for me, so I should have something this week.”
