Page 78 of The Game Plan
“Hey, Sav,” Grant draws my attention as he turns down the radio.
I roll my head to look at him. Both of his hands are sitting at ten and two on the wheel, thumbs tapping along like he’s nervous. I study his profile—the perfect lines of his nose, the slight bump from when it was almost broken. His stubble is trimmed neater than he usually keeps it. He’s so fucking handsome it nearly hurts my eyes.
“Yeah?”
“What about the name Lennon?”
His question has me frozen. I can’t believe Grant has been thinking of baby names. Not that it should surprise me; he’s been doing so much research on newborns. I’ve caught him with a thick paperback a time or two.
“You can say no if you don’t like it, but with your love of John Lennon, I thought it would be a perfect fit.”
Lennon.
Lennon Holycross.
Wait, no.
Lennon Campbell.
“It’s perfect, Grant.”
“Stand right there and look this way.” Grant’s deep, commanding voice has me stopping in my tracks as I sling my backpack over my shoulders. Thankfully, I only need to carry one textbook, my laptop, and a notebook with me today. Otherwise, I don’t think my back could handle it.
I turn around and look at my husband, who has a cheesy grin on his face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“It’s the first day of school, Peach. We’ve got to take a picture.” My eyes must widen comically because a deep laugh bubbles out of him.
“I amnottaking a picture.” I shake my head. “I look like a whale, and I’m twenty-one, not seven.”
He eats the distance between us. “Nah, baby. You look beautiful. Besides, our girl needs to see how badass her mama is, continuing college, getting her degree, all while growing a life.”
I blush. “Fine, I’ll take the damn picture.”
The squeal he lets out is comical. Who is this man, and what has he done with my grumpy husband?
Standing in front of the door, I angle my body so one handrests on top of my bump while the other cradles the bottom, giving me shape. Tilting my head, shoulder brushing closer to my face, I smile as Grant snaps picture after picture on his phone.
He nods, typing away on his phone. “Looking good, wifey.”
Before I have a chance to respond, my phone vibrates on the counter. Walking over, I pick it up and swipe the screen.
“Grant!” I scold as I stare at the message he sent in the group chat.
Sunshine: [1 Photo Attachment]
Sunshine: My wife is looking sexy as hell for her first day of school.
Before I have a chance to set my phone down, it vibrates with responses.
Bret: *fire emoji* My new sister is a hottie.
Crew: Total smokeshow.
Chloe: Have a great first day, Mama.
Cody: Grant *neutral face emoji*
Cody: Looking good, Sav.
