“Not for another forty minutes. That’s plenty of time for princess here to show you what he can do,” he taunts.
“Is princess also talking in the third person now? ‘Cause if that’s what we’re doing now, the knight in shining armor has something to confess,” I say, hanging upside down on his back. “The knight in shining armor may or may not have spilt all the fancy groceries for dinner all over the front lawn.”
He smacks my ass again. “Princess will make do with what she has.”
I laugh, firmly grabbing his ass while he walks. “You’ll make the perfect housewife,” I tease him.
Jami tosses me down on the bed, crawling over top of me. “Mmm, I think the sex we have is too naughty for fairytales, Beatle,” he says before devouring my lips.
THE DINNER WITH Jami’s parents went better than I could have expected. They were amazing. Jami is so much like his dad in almost every way. They are both so manly and adventurous, and they love everything to do with the outdoors. His mother is quite possibly the sweetest woman on the planet. I adore her, and it’s easy to see where Jami got his soft side from.
It was almost too much for me to spend time with Jami’s dad. I was used to Olly, Hannah’s dad, but this just felt different. The way he embraced me and the things he said to me went straight to my heart. John Henley is an amazing father, and every second we spent with him that night made me realize that, even if my dad did come back, I wouldn’t want him. He would never be this kind of man, and I feel at peace with that now. The empty hole in my chest is slowly filling up.
Jami starts to sing along to the radio from the opposite side of the Jeep, which breaks me from my memory. I’ve become quite the daydreamer lately. It’s Sunday and we are headed to our monthly friend dinner—this one being all the more important because we are finally going to meet Beth’s new boyfriend, Kyle. Hannah and I are almost completely certain that we don’t like him, but we haven’t met him yet, so we are trying to keep our judgments to the side until we’ve given him a chance.
When we pull into the driveway behind Greyson’s truck, it looks like we are the first to arrive, and that never happens to me. I’m usually the last one to show up or the one running a little bit behind. It’s only another thing that’s changed since Jami and I have become an item.
“Thank you, handsome.” I say when he opens my door for me, wrapping my arms around his neck after he sets me down in the snow.
He kisses me on the lips as he shuts the Jeep door. “I love you, Beatle”
I still haven’t been able to say it back to him yet. I will soon. I just need a little longer. Instead, I kiss him again in response and drop my arms from around him. Then we lace our fingers together before heading towards the house.
I knock loudly on the front door before opening it and calling out, “We’re here!” I will never walk into this house again without making it known that I am there. Once is more than enough. I don’t need to catch them in the act again.
Jami covers his ears and looks over at me. “I think the entire block heard you,” he teases.
“If you’d seen what I’ve seen, you’d yell too,” I say, swatting him on the shoulder before taking off my coat.
“You’re here!” Hannah grins coming to stand at the top of the stairs.
“Oh good. You heard us.” Jami chuckles. “Lennon here wasn’t sure she was loud enough.” He leans in to kiss my cheek.
I glare at him. “Don’t mind him. He thinks he’s a comedian or something today,” I say, climbing the stairs to hug my best friend. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay. The morning sickness has been a real bitch.” She sighs.
Greyson walks up behind her, placing a hand on her belly from behind. “I don’t know why they call it morning sickness.” His words make Hannah laugh. “It is absolutely not limited to the morning, but my girls been a trooper,” he praises, kissing the top of her head.
I smile. For once, I don’t feel absolutely disgusted while watching the two of them in all of their lovey-dovey glory. I feel nothing but happiness now. I’ve changed, and the more Jami and I do together, the more I know that it’s one hundred percent because of my guy. My guy.
Hannah grabs my hand, pulling me down the hallway towards the bedrooms. “Want to see my nursery ideas?” she asks, turning to look at me over her shoulder.
I laugh because she already has me halfway down the hall. I’m not sure I have a choice in the matter anyway. “Absolutely,” I tell her.