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Shrugging, I said, “No preference.”
“Me either.”
“I don’t know how to take care of either.” I laughed, peering out the window at the tall, pine-covered mountains that surrounded the compound.
“I know. I’m scared and excited.”
“I’m mostly just terrified. What if I’m a horrible parent? What if I fuck up my kid and he or she turns out to be a serial killer?”
“That’s pretty grim.” He bugged his eyes and pulled into the driveway of a small blue house with bright yellow flowers. “This must be it.”
I opened my door and stepped out onto the gravel drive. “Home sweet home.”
Wyatt grabbed the bags from the back of the car, and we headed to the front door. The key gave Wyatt a little trouble, but eventually he got it to work. The interior was cozy with a stone fireplace and a comfy brown couch. I was pleased that it smelled clean inside, like cinnamon and vanilla, and the walls were adorned with scenic oil paintings of the surrounding mountains.
The bedroom had one big king-sized bed, and my stomach tingled with excitement. Wyatt and I hadn’t officially shared a bedroom back home. We’d made love most nights and Wyatt would often stay in my bed, but I’d never suggested he move his stuff into my room.
Wyatt came up behind me, and he kissed the back of my neck. Then he held me tight, with his hands on my stomach. “How do you feel about the fact that there’s only one bed?”
I smiled and leaned back, but I didn’t say anything. My throat had a lump in it, and I felt emotional.
“It’s a small cabin. There’s nowhere to run, Blade.” He kissed my ear. “Is that okay with you?”
I swallowed. “I don’t want to run,” I whispered.
“Promise?” His voice sounded more uncertain than usual. Wyatt always seemed confident and sure of himself. But I detected a tiny wobble.
I nodded and put my hands over his. “We’re a family.”
He inhaled sharply. “And you sure that’s what you want?”
Turning around in his arms, I held his questioning gaze. “I had no idea that was what I wanted.” I smiled. “But now I don’t want anything else.”
Chapter Twenty
Wyatt
“Why do you make me walk this damn hill every morning?” Blade’s voice was surly. He cupped his full, rounded belly and scowled.
“Because you and the baby need exercise.”
“Bullshit.” He puffed breathlessly. “You just like to torture me.”
“I do. That’s true. But that’s not why I make you walk.”
He gave me a dirty look. He wasn’t amused. He wasn’t amused about anything lately. He was uncomfortable and grumpy almost all the time. All he wanted to do was eat Red Vines and sit on the couch complaining about how much his back hurt.
I rubbed his shoulder, and he sniffed. “I don’t need your pity.”
I frowned. “Blade, stop it.”
He chuffed and stumbled over a stone. “Damn it.”
I grabbed his arm to steady him, and he pulled away. “I’m not an invalid.”
“You almost fell. I was helping.”
“I tripped because I can’t see over my gigantic stomach,” he growled.
