Page 76 of The Unexpected

I twist my head to look at him and he kisses me softly, not a passionate, wild kiss but one filled with feeling.

“Night, babe.”

The word washes over me, and it’s the first time he’s used it on me. It shouldn’t pack the punch it does, but the truth is I love him and I don’t want to lose him. I’m not sure I’d survive it and neither would my relationship with Amelia.

20: Amelia

“I hate you both.”

I can’t help the snort that comes out of my nose at Beck’s declaration. It took some convincing but between Xander and I, we got him to Disney. He even organized the transport and accommodation. That’s Beck, he might be grumpy sometimes and afraid to let his inner child run free, but he cares, probably more than anyone I know.

I nudge his shoulder as I hook my arm through his. “Stop lying. You know you love me and think I fart rainbows.”

Beck raises his eyebrows a smirk on his ridiculously handsome face. “I have known you a long time and I can confirm you most definitely do not fart rainbows, more like full-on thunderstorms after a plate of hot wings.”

I shiver at the incident he’s referring to and the hot wings that made me wish for death after two hours glued to the toilet.

“I thought I was going to die.”

“I know, you told me multiple times.” He nudges my shoulder and I look up into soft eyes that make my belly flip. “I do love you though.”

“So, now that I’ve learned never to give Amelia hot wings, what ride should we go on first?” Xander squeezes my hand and I let go of Beck and dance backward in front of Xander in excitement. I love Disney, everything about it screams joy to me. From the costumes, the rides, the food, and the wonderful characters. It’s a place of pure heavenly wonder.

“I want to do Magic Kingdom first because they have the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train and I also want to go to Epcot because I love the Guardians of The Galaxy ride, then Splash Mountain is a must.”

“Oh my God, kill me now.”

Xander smirks at Beck as we head to Magic Kingdom. We paid for the VIP tickets and were offered the option of a tour guide but I’ve been enough times to know all the good spots and can navigate for us.

“Beckham Goldsmith, you’ll enjoy this day or else.” I see the challenge in his eye and the way his fingers twitch at his sides. If we were alone, he’d have me over his shoulder by now, or be tickling my ribs until I scream for mercy, but we’re in public, so that kind of thing needs to be kept to a minimum.

“Or else what?”

“Or else no caramel waffle cone for you later.”

“Wow, that’s harsh, wildcat. Give the man a break.”

I love how Xander and Beck will sometimes side together. I want their relationship to be as strong as mine is with each of them and I feel two strong personalities like they have could be tricky. I always imagined this kind of thing would involve one alpha and one beta, but both of my guys are true alphas.

Beck is wearing his baseball cap with the Manhattan Cleavers hockey team on it backward and there is something very sexy about a man in a backward hat. He hasn’t shaved, and his jeans hang low on his hips, a simple black tee stretched over his chest. My mouth waters at the sight of him and judging by the other looks he’s getting from women I’m not the only one who thinks so. Xander is in dark jeans and a white tee with the New York Jackals logo on it. The New York Jackals are his favorite football team and he trains with Mason Masters, who Beck and I are both friends with too. He has a baseball cap covering his face and sunglasses to try and make his presence less obvious but you can’t hide the kind of good looks and sexy body Xander has, so we’ve already encountered a few fans. Xander is polite and gracious and stops to sign things or take pictures, but I can see the façade fall over his eyes, from the true smile Beck and I get from him to the practiced on-the-job smile, which doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Magic Kingdom, here we come.”

Xander grabs my hand again and we head toward the rides. The morning slips by quickly with Xander and I whooping and hollering with excitement on every ride. We exit the last ride, which is the Mission: Space ride where Xander pressed the orange button to give the full experience. Beck walks over to a bench and sits with his head between his legs, looking a nasty shade of green.

I sit beside him with Xander on my left side. We’ve been more careful with touching as the park got busier through the morning. It doesn’t stop me from putting my hand on Beck’s back and rubbing gently.

“You doing okay, champ?”

He lifts his head and gives me a withering look, which I find charming. He’s breathing in through his nose and blowing out through his mouth, trying to get the nausea to subside.

“One day when you get morning sickness, I’m going to remind you of this moment.”

“Hey, that’s mean. If I ever suffer from morning sickness, which I might not, because not every woman does, then it will likely be one of your faults for putting a baby in me. I’ll deserve comfort and foot rubs.”

“News flash, Tink, this is your fault. You forced me to go into these torture chambers.”

I get a twinge of guilt; he does hate the rides for this very reason. “I’m sorry, but you could have said no.”

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