Breaking Hollywood(92)
She giggles against my lips. “That’ll be the driver.”
“He can wait.” I start to kiss my way down her neck and cup her tit in my hand.
She moans softly.
The buzzer goes off again.
I stop kissing her neck and growl out a sound of frustration.
“We should go. He’ll just keep buzzing.”
“He’ll get his ass kicked, is what he’ll get,” I grumble. “And the fucker can say good-bye to his tip.”
She laughs again. “Come on, grumpy ass.” She takes hold of my hand and leads me toward the front door. “We can have sex later.”
“You bet your hot ass we will.”
We arrive at the restaurant, and the maître d’ leads us to the private dining room that I reserved.
It’s a new Mediterranean tapas restaurant that recently opened, and it has been getting rave reviews.
We’re seated, and the waiter appears, asking for our drink order.
I order sparkling water. Speedy orders a virgin strawberry daiquiri.
“You can have something stronger,” I tell her. “Champagne? We are celebrating.”
“I’m fine.” She smiles.
She never drinks around me, no matter how often I tell her she can. But, honestly, her doing that just tells me how much she loves and supports me.
Our drinks come, and we place our food order.
I start to talk to her about a fundraising idea I have for Healing the Breaks, but I can tell she’s not fully listening. She seems distracted.
“You okay?” I ask. “You just seem a little off your game.”
“I’m fine. I was just…I have your gift, and I was going to wait until the end of dinner to give it to you. But I think maybe I should just give it to you now.”
“Okay, sure. But, just to let you know, I don’t have your gift with me. I’m giving it to you later.”
She cocks a brow. “It’s not your dick with a ribbon wrapped around it again, is it?”
I give her a serious look. “No. You know I never give the same gift twice.”
I grin, and she laughs, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, which is weird for Speedy because, when she smiles, she smiles with her whole face.
“You’re not disappointed that I’m giving you your gift later, are you?”
“No, of course not.” She picks her clutch up from the floor and seems to hesitate. Then, she reaches inside and pulls out a small white rectangular box. She places it in the center of the table between us. “I hope you like it.”
“You know I will. You have the best taste. You picked me, didn’t you?”
She doesn’t laugh, which bugs me.
I pick the box up and give it a shake. It rattles.
“Okay, I’m guessing, watch.” I go to lift the lid off and pause when she says my name. “What?”
“Look, if you don’t like what’s inside that box, it’s fine. I swear. I mean, I know we both said in the past that we wanted this at some point, but we never said when, and I don’t know when there’s ever a right time, but—”
“Speedy?”
“What?”
“Stop talking, and let me open it.”
“Okay.”
I pull the lid off and stare down at the white stick inside the box.
My entire being freezes.
“You’re pregnant?” The words feel like they rush out of me. I lift my eyes to hers.
She bites her lip and nods. “Seven weeks. I had it confirmed at the doctor’s a few days ago. I thought I’d wait to surprise you. I just hope it’s a good surprise.” Her face is screwed up with nerves as she chews on her lip.
“Babe, it’s a good surprise. It’s the best fucking surprise ever.”
“Really?”
“Really.” I smile so big that I feel like my face might crack. “Jesus, Ava.” I get up from my chair and sweep her up into my arms, hugging her tight. “I’m so fucking happy right now.”
“God, I’m so relieved,” she whispers. “I was so worried.”
I lean back and take her face in my hands. “Why?”
“Because we didn’t plan it, and I wasn’t sure where your head was.”
“You being pregnant with my baby is the greatest thing ever. Babe, it’s the best gift I have ever received in my life. It’s astro-fucking-nomical.”
She smiles big, and my chest feels like it could burst with the love I feel for her.
I move a hand down to her stomach and press my palm to it. “I just can’t believe our baby is inside of you right now.”
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” she whispers.
The waiter appears with our food. I look at it being laid out on the table, and after finding out that she’s pregnant, I decide that I don’t want to wait any longer to give her my gift.