Page 123 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
"Now, no more of this serious stuff. Go get your bag that you're taking on the plane and get your fine ass in the truck."
She rolled her eyes and pulled away from me, and turned to go back into the house. I stood in silence and watched her, falling more in love with her, if that was at all possible. Nine months. The love affair for her had finally started nine months ago when her old boyfriend came back into town. I'd moved in and asked her out just in the nick of time. A few days later and it wouldn't be me that she was headed to Denver with.
Funny enough, I'd fallen in love with her a year before that. Everything about her turned me on, drove me to want things I thought I'd never want again after my mother died.
"What are you thinking about?" Her voice was soft, sensual.
"Hmm?" I came to and realized that she hadn't gone into the house, but rather stopped to watch me.
"You. Us. The future."
She shook her head. "Can you just stay in the present for the next couple of days with me? I'd kinda like to enjoy the here and now."
I smiled. "Of course. How could I not?"
"Right. I'm watching you. Dreamer." She spun on her heel and walked into the house as I stared after her. The tan jeans she wore fit her beautifully, leaving my body to harden and my thoughts to skip back in time to the night before. Hearing her moan my name as she gripped my sides and begged for more was enough to undo me.
She was more woman than I felt capable of handling most days, today being especially tough for some reason.
"All right. I have everything. Let's get to the airport." She walked toward me and brushed her fingers by my crotch as she walked to the truck. "You're getting turned on."
"You're here. Why wouldn't I?" I repositioned myself as I walked to my side of the truck and got in. "Hey, how's Trisha? You haven't said anything about her in a few days."
She buckled up and shrugged. "She's okay. I feel bad that she's not going with us, but she didn't have the money or the energy to pack up all four of her kids for the trip."
"I get the money, but the energy?" I started the car and reached over to run my fingers over hers as she gripped her thigh. "She not feeling good?"
Becca didn't respond, so I glanced her way. She looked a little ill.
"Becca? What's up?" I took her hand in mine and pulled the truck out of my usual spot.
"She's pregnant." She shook her head and let out a soft sigh. "Kiddo number five."
"That's awesome." I smiled, wishing like hell it was us we were talking about. I was more than ready to get a move on with it.
"What?" She jerked her face toward me. "No. It's not. She's super depressed."
"Birth control, condoms or not fucking might help." I smirked as she swatted at me.
"They use all that stuff, but she still got pregnant." She shrugged and glanced down at her hands. "What if... what if I can't get pregnant?"
"Have you tried?" I released her and put my hands on the wheel.
"What? No." She shook her head before settling back in her seat. "I'm just worried that-"
"Don't be." I licked at the side of my mouth and tried not to dive into pure depravity. Having a child with my woman sounded like heaven, but working on making a few of them... way better. "We're going to be fine, baby. One thing at a time, right?"
She chuckled. "Yeah. I guess we need to get you moved in first."
"Then marriage and then five babies."
"What? Hell no." She turned to face me. "You really want that many kids? I'm almost forty."
"You are not." I pulled onto the freeway. "You're so full of it."
"I'm close. There isn't enough time to have five kids before I am forty." Her voice was tight with tension. "Besides, do you really want five kids?"
Here we were talking about kids and the pretty thing was terrified just to talk about moving in a week before. My head was swimming with the possibilities.
