Page 9 of True Luna: The Unknown Magic

“You are going to be so loved,” Andrew mumbled as he bent down and kissed my belly softly.

My heart swelled.

“You are going to be an amazing father,” I told him.

Andrew looked up at me and smiled.

“Do you think so?” he asked.

I chuckled and nodded, “I don’t think so. I know so.”

Andrew smiled brightly and laid his head on my belly.

“Do you want a girl or a boy?” I asked him as I caressed his cheek.

Andrew shrugged, “I don’t care as long as they are healthy. I know a lot about sports, and I know how to do braids, so we are good on all fronts.”

I laughed and shook my head.

“You know how to do braids?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Andrew nodded.

“Emma had a phase when all she wanted were braids,” Andrew sighed. “She refused to let her hair down. She refused ponytails. She wanted braids, so I had to learn how to do them.”

“How old was she?” I asked, chuckling.

“Around 5 or 6,” Andrew said with a small smile on his face. “She refused to cut her hair too, so it took ages to braid it all.”

“At least one of us knows how to do braids,” I mumbled, making Andrew laugh.

I rolled my eyes at him.

“Hey, don’t laugh at me,” I said, pouting. “I know how to do a regular one.”

Andrew lifted himself on his elbow and smiled at me. He bent down to kiss me softly.

“I will do all the braiding,” he mumbled against my lips. “Don’t worry.”

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He ran his hand down my body, making me shiver and press myself closer to him.

I needed him. I wanted him. The pregnancy hormones were insane.

I ran my hand down his muscular chest. His amazing figure would never stop making me drool.

“Oh, honey, I would love to stay in bed with you, but Emma and Logan are coming over,” Andrew mumbled as he lowered his head and started kissing my neck.

I whined quietly.

Why were they coming over anyway? It was Saturday. We should have been able to stay in bed all day long and enjoy each other.

“Why are they coming over?” I asked, focusing on how his lips felt against my skin.

The feeling was amazing, and I didn’t want him to stop.

But he did.

He lifted his head and looked at me with a small smile on his face.

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