Page 129 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
I close her door and go around to get in my side. “Do you want ice cream?” I ask her. There was cake at the shower, but she barely touched it. Lately, ice cream has been one of her pregnancy cravings.
“Yes!” She instantly perks up. “Cookies n’ Cream.”
I love how she reminds me, as if I don’t know what ice cream she wants.
I head to her favorite spot and leave her in the car while I run inside to order.
I can’t help but laugh when I exit the shop and she spots me, holding her hands up in a grabbing motion for her ice cream.
“Here you go.” I hand it to her through the open window.
She’s already on her second bite when I get I in. “You didn’t get any,” she says in an accusatory tone.
I sigh. “Yeah, well, did you not see that huge ass piece of cake I ate? I’m going to be riding that sugar high for days.”
“That’s true. I suppose I can forgive you.” She swirls her tongue around the spoon. “I bet this kid is going to love ice cream.”
I laugh, picturing a chubby cheeked face with smeared ice cream. “They might.”
I stay parked in the lot while she enjoys her sweet treat. When she’s done, I hop out and toss the cup in the trash.
“Spencer, feel.” She grabs my hand before my ass has even touched the seat. “The baby is moving like crazy.”
I’ve felt our child move plenty of times now, but there’s never not a time that it doesn’t leave me in awe. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt it move this much, though.
A surprised laugh flies out of my parted lips. “Wow.”
“I think the baby is agreeing that they like ice cream.”
“I can’t wait to hold them,” I whisper, moving my hand around to follow the kicks.
“I know this is real, I mean look at me.” She glances significantly at her rounded belly. “But I don’t think it’s truly going to hit me until I’m holding them.”
“It’s a bit surreal,” I agree.
Despite watching her grow, and baby items slowly invading her parents’ house, it’s strange to realize that a new human is going to be here soon.
She leans her head against the headrest and looks at me with a wistful smile. Her fingers gently caress the back of my neck. “You’re going to be an amazing dad. I hope you know that.”
I smile, appreciating her belief in me. “And you’re going to be the best mom. This baby is so lucky to have you.”
She smiles, leaning over to kiss me. “I love you,” she says, looking at me like I’m her whole world. In a few months I know she’s going to be giving our child that same look.
“I love you, too.”
It always seemed too good to be true to meet the love of your life in high school, but I know I did.
CHAPTER 49
SPENCER
SEVEN YEARS AGO
Putting together a crib is a lot harder than I thought it would be. Harlow rocks back and forth in the rocking chair Jasper’s parents got for us. I never would’ve expected them to gift us anything, even if they were like a second family to me growing up. Losing T.J. was hard on all of us and I haven’t visited them as much as I should’ve.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to get my dad to help? He offered.”
I set down the piece I’m working on. “I’m positive. I ought to be capable of putting my kid’s crib together. Let me have this.”
