Summer understood exactly what her mom was talking about. After spending all night in Nick’s arms the next day he became somewhat distant. He hadn’t treated her rude, hadn’t lost his temper or anything, just kindly kept to himself, mostly working in his office. Summer was disappointed when Nick slept in his room while she slept in the guestroom. No way would she have objected to lying in his arms every night they were together under the same roof.
Rested after sitting and thinking for ten minutes, Summer pushed herself off the sofa and padded to the freezer. Peeking in, not finding what she was craving, she began to pout. “I don’t even believe this.” Summer wanted to throw herself in the floor and have a tantrum like a four year old as she discovered her craving was not about to be satisfied. She had eaten the last of it two nights ago. “Shoot, I should’ve asked Starr to take me to the store.”
Brrrrg. Brrrrg.
“Hello?” Summer snapped.
“Have we had a bad day?”
Summer’s heart skipped a beat. She was as giddy as a teenager. He called.
“Not really.” She wanted to tell him she was better now that he called.
“Then what’s wrong?” Tell me baby and I’ll fix it for you.
“I ate all the ice cream. I don’t have any more left.”
Grinning into the phone, he could tell she was pouting. She looked so darn cute when she pouted. “Sounds like a state of emergency.”
“Ha, ha, you’re so smart,” she sneered. What did he know? He’s never been pregnant before with a maddening craving. Shoot! It was a state of emergency!
“Are we getting an attitude, Miss Summer?”
“No, Mr. Nick.” Still pouting she whined, “I just want some ice cream that’s all.”
Chuckling, Nick pictured Summer with her arms crossed and lips poked out.
“Would you like me to bring you some?”
“Would you?” She asked hoping he would because she was going into withdraw. “Of course. Anything for you baby,” Nick smoothly whispered.”
Thanks.” Summer softly replied.
“Raspberry truffle.”
“You remembered?”
“How could I forget? It’s your favorite.”
Summer was silent. From her point of view he’d forgotten everything about her.
Nick didn’t wait for a response. “I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”
Keeping busy for the next thirty minutes, Summer went on line to Baby Gap on her laptop. There were so many cute outfits for baby boys and girls that she wanted to buy. At her last ultrasound appointment, the technician offered to tell her the sex of the baby. She declined. When asked “why” by family and friends she simply stated, “Because I don’t want to know.” Which shocked everyone, because nosy was Summer’s middle name. Since she didn’t know the sex of her baby she selected several neutral items and put them on her wish list. Starr let it slip she and Ava were throwing her a ‘surprise’ baby shower. Summer softly laughed. Starr couldn’t hold water if her life depended on it. Just as she was about to go to the Children’s Place website the doorbell chimed.
Going to the door, looking through the peephole, she quickly opened the door. Nick was on the other side holding a bag in his hand from her favorite gourmet ice cream store. This time he was smiling instead of glaring at her. Holding the bag in the air playfully, he said, “This is what you want?”
“Yep.” Taking the bag, Summer let him in.
“Have a seat.”
Shrugging off his coat, throwing it over an armchair, Nick took a seat on the sofa. The display on the laptop top caught his attention. Baby Gap, huh? He had no idea where to buy baby apparel from, now he had a clue.
Within a few seconds, Summer was back with ice cream and spoon in hand, standing in front of Nick. “Hold this for me.” After she handed Nick the ice cream and spoon she settled on the sofa next to him folding her legs Indian style. Comfortable, she reached for her treat, utensil, and smiled at Nick. “Thanks.”
Nick observed Summer as she dug into the creamy treat and scooped up a healthy portion then put it in her mouth.
“Mmmmm, this is so good.” She was engrossed with having her craving satisfied she hadn’t noticed she’d been moaning.
“Is it that good?” Nick asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Huh? What?” Embarrassed, Summer’s face became flushed as she looked at Nick.“I said is it that good?” He asked amused by her embarrassment.
“Yes, would you like some?” She shyly offered.
Shrugging broad shoulders, “Sure, why not.”
Scooping up a spoonful of the treat, she went still as Nick placed a finger along her jaw turning her face toward his. Slowly, leaning in close, licking a drop of ice cream from the corner of her mouth he whispered, “Mmm, tastes like I remembered.”