Page 121 of Power Move
“No,” Davey held me by my arms. “Baby, I’m sorry. I will grovel for an eternity if I must, but please don’t go. I am sorry this whole thing exploded. I thought I could control it but damn those guys can drink and I’m an old fuck. I am sorry my idiot brother thought this was okay. It wasn’t.”
Davey’s face showed kindness and regret, not superiority.
“I will make sure you don’t have to deal with shower puke and that the boys leave you alone, my love,” Davey said. “Go back to bed. I’ll bring you coffee and eggs.”
“Since when can you cook eggs?” I asked, surprised.
“Since Derrick’s friend gave me directions.”
“The one who puked?”
“Nah, different one. The one who was on the living room couch.”
“Ah.”
He kissed my forehead. “I’m sorry. So sorry. I should have been here when you got home. I shouldn’t have gone to the strip club?—”
“I… I’m sorry for reacting in anger,” I said. “I genuinely missed you when I got home, yes. I also just… I gave a part of myself I never thought I would to you. And… you stomped all over it.”
Davey cupped my face in his hands. “No. That was special. It was hot and impulsive and special as fuck, Eva. The women Derrick paid to grind on me after I explicitly said no lap dances? They didn’t mean anything. Their tits cannot compete with yours, either.”
“Don’t lie, David.”
“I’m not.”
“Are you sure you weren’t just scratching an itch while my soggy ass languishes here?”
Davey smacked my ass. “That? Your totally grabbable little ass?”
“I have a big ass.”
“One I lose my mind over, Eva. Fuck, I love you. I don’t need anyone else. You’re gorgeous.”
“Even if I’m pregnant,” I joked.
“You’re sexy as hell. I just want all of you.”
I swooned at the way he said it.
“Okay,” I agreed.
“Go, get in bed. I will spoil you all day but just stay away from the boys. They are fucking feral and I’m sorry. They arrived out of nowhere.”
“I will take you up on your offer. I’m also taking all of Monday off after the scan,” I said.
He swatted my ass. “Good girl.”
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Davey
I watchedas the ultrasound tech swirled around Eva’s stomach, displaying one set of perfect features and then another. I couldn’t tell the two apart other than when the tech pointed out situational geography. I fell head-over-heels for noses and faces of people I didn’t know but had contributed to. Eva sobbed openly for forty minutes, swearing repeatedly that these were happy tears.
We left with two sets of pictures of babies who remained perfect, healthy, and measuring well. Eva cried the entire way back to my place. Or was itourplace now? She’d certainly been angry at Derrick for infringing on her space this weekend.Herspace.
“We really need to buy some baby things,” Eva sniffled, adjusting her shirt to cover her stomach.
It was the first time she attempted actual clothes in three days and—seemingly overnight—nothing fit.
