“That would be hilarious.” She joins us in the living room holding Peepee under her neck.
She’s adorable in a short, black cotton dress that hugs her figure and shows off her baby bump.
“Girl, look at you.” Knox goes to give her a hug. “Gettin big.”
Haddy rubs her hand over her stomach. “Mon petit chou.”
“What does that mean?” he asks.
“My little cabbage.” Haddy’s nose wrinkles, and she’s so damn cute, all my frustration melts away.
I walk over to pull her into my arms. “How do you say ‘my little princess’ in French?”
“Ma petite princesse.”
“Hell, I didn’t even know you spoke French.” Knox grins. “That’s cool.”
“I wish I spoke Japanese,” she muses. “Arigatou.”
“What’s that?”
“Thank you.”
“Ready?” Mav breezes into the living room.
Hugs are exchanged, and they take off for the airport. Gigi snaps a leash on Spanky to go for a walk. Haddy’s stillin my arms, and she leans her head back against my shoulder.
Bending down, I kiss the side of her neck. Her face turns, and our lips meet and part… and she quickly pulls her head away.
“Ouch.” Putting her fingers over her lips, her eyes dance. “How soon do you get that fixed?”
“Tomorrow morning.” I give her a disappointed smile.
It makes her laugh more, and she shakes her head. “You do not look likeDumb and Dumber.”
My eyes narrow. “I’m concerned you felt the need to tell me that.”
Walking to the mirror, I smile at myself, and hell. I do look like that guy. Haddy walks up behind me, holding my waist and resting her cheek against my bicep.
“You have better hair.” She’s doing her best not to laugh, and if she weren’t pregnant, I’d throw her over my shoulder.
Instead, I turn and pull her into my arms, arching an eyebrow. “I’ve got more than that.”
“Yes, you do.” She lifts her chin to kiss the side of my jaw. “And I can’t wait to make out with you after your appointment.”
Peepee hops around our feet, and she steps back, calling to the little dog. “I’ll take her out. Let’s eat!”
Dinner finished, movie watched, Peepee is in her crate, and we’re getting ready to curl up in Haddy’s bed. I hate to confess the trainers might be right, but I’m pretty exhausted right now.
Haddy complains about being tired all the time as well, so I guess it works out. She’s in my arms, Lucy is in my hands, and that puck’s not stopping me.
I’m already working on Plan B.
35
Haddy
“Can you believe Dr. Barry specifically said no more shower sex?” I’m standing in the bedroom reading the text I received from my OB/GYN. “She said with your injury and my center of balance off, it’s too dangerous right now.”