Page 178 of Sassy Love
“Mills may be many things, but old ain’t one of them.”
I know thinking about Millie getting older scares Carlie. And I guess at one point that little old lady was all she had. I understand, I do.
“Come on, stop procrastinating, or I’ll install a car seat in the Chevy and insist on chauffeuring her and Henry everywhere they want to go.”
“You’re just cruel. You know that, right?”
“You love me.”
“I hate you.”
“Not anymore, Princess.”
I kiss her. Hard. Deep—longingly so.
Fuck me. The thought that our child is growing in her belly fills my chest with warmth. Another version of this incredible woman is more than the world deserves.
She pushes her palms to my chest and breaks the contact. Her bottom lip worries its way between her teeth.
I press my forehead to hers. “Tell me, baby.”
“What if I can’t do both?” she breathes.
I slide my arms around her waist. “I have a plan for that.”
“You do?”
“Uh huh.”
“What is it?”
“Nope, you’re going to have to wait and see.”
“Ugh, tell me already.”
I smile, pecking a kiss on her lips. “That’s my line, Princess.”
Millie sits on the sofa, holding Henry’s hand, her worried gaze alternating between us. Carlie smiles, but she’s nervous. So I dig into her bag and pull out the ultrasound picture. The small apartment that used to be mine and is now Millie and Henry’s looks much cozier than it did when I lived here.
Carlie takes the image from my hand and passes it to Millie.
“Huh, will you look at that, Hen. They’re having a baked bean?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “I think it’s a baby, my love.”
She holds the picture back, squinting. “Ah, so it is.” She places the sonograph on the coffee table.
Carlie’s face falls. “You’re not excited?”
“Oh honey, I am. But, once again, you’re the last to know about this.”
“What?” Carlie glances at me.
I hold my hands up in defense. “I didn’t breathe a word.”
Well, apart from the clues . . .
“He didn’t have to, sweetheart. I’ve known you so long, I can read every expression, every little gesture. There’s no secrets between us.”
