Making His Baby(61)

“Just a little of this and that,” I say.

“Hopefully, more of this than that.” She leans around me and plucks a muffin off the tray.

“Hey!” I laugh. “Don’t disturb the chef. It will be ready in one minute. Go make yourself comfortable, and I’ll bring it out.”

She kisses me on the cheek and skips from the kitchen, laughing the whole way.

True to my word, the meal is ready a minute later. I carry it out, all balanced on a large tray and serve it up to the eagerly waiting Carrie. Once she has hers, I serve my own plate and take a seat opposite her.

“So, what now?” She asks as she bites into a piece of salmon.

“I don’t know,” I admit. “It’s a Sunday and it’s like seven, so we have all day to do whatever.”

“No, you misunderstand me. I don’t mean today. I mean, from now on. Where do we go from here?” She smiles at me.

“Oh, the big life questions?”

“Exactly.”

I smile at the question. I love that she is thinking of the big picture. That she sees herself as being with me, after the baby.

“Well, first, I think we need to concentrate on the baby. After that, I’m open to suggestions. Oh, and we definitely need to look into breaking your lease and ditching that apartment you call a home.”

“What? Why?”

“Well, if you live here, there’s really no need to have that place. It’s just money wasted. I suppose we could use it as a summer home, but I think we can do a little better than that.”

“You want me to move in here? Permanently?” There is clear disbelief on her face.

“Oh, sorry, did I not mention that? Of course, I do. Only if you want to, though.”

She looks at me, and I can see her mind working to come up with a witty response. But she isn’t able. Instead, she suddenly throws down her fork, leaps from her chair, runs around the table, and throws herself on my lap.

“So, I take that as I yes?” I laugh.

“If that’s how you choose to read it,” she says, shrugging. “I just needed a place to sit.”

I kiss her as I laugh, and she kisses me, also laughing. It’s a perfect Sunday morning, and I am really getting into being in love.





Chapter 48


CARRIE





The sun is shining on my face, and I have to blink myself awake. It takes a few seconds for me to realize where I am, but then I feel him, underneath me. It’s Blake’s breathing that woke me, not the sun. I’m sitting on his lap and his rhythmic breath, up and down, up and down, rocked me awake.

After we ate breakfast, the two of us made love again. It was deep and passionate, like the day before. And as we did, I rode him from the front so I could look him in the eyes the entire time. We never once broke eye contact, and as we came, we did it together.

But after that, we both felt a little worn out, hence the nap. Now, as I sit in Blake’s lap, I never want to move. The only thing that is making me even consider it is the idea that this is now my home and that I get to spend the rest of my life with him.

Very slowly, I climb from his lap, making sure not to wake him. Once up, I walk around the house, taking it all in. I have walked through this house a hundred times before, but never like this. It used to always be as a stranger, knowing that one day, I would have to go home. This time, though, I see the house in a whole new light.

I look over the walls and floor. I look at the decorations, the paintings and wall hangings he has. Some I like. Some I don’t. The entire house is in need of a makeover to change it from a bachelor pad to a family home. As soon as possible, too.

It’s as this thought hits me that I suddenly get an interesting idea. I bite my lip as I ponder it, wondering if it’s too early or not. A part of me knows that I should wait, at least a few days, but another part wants to start straight away.

Making up my mind, I hurry across the house to Blake. A little too excited now, I shake him awake.

“What?” He asks as he sits up, wiping his eyes. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

I don’t respond. Instead, I look down at him with a wicked smile.



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“Are you sure you want to do this today?” He asks me, glancing away from the road for a second and looking into my eyes.

“I want to do this last week,” I say back. “So really, I’m running terribly late.”

The two of us are on our way to my old apartment so I can get the rest of my things and leave that life behind.

When he asked me to move in with him, or told me that I was, I could not believe it. A part of me still can’t. Maybe that’s why I’m so excited to get started on the move right away? When you want to start spending the rest of your life with someone, you want that to start as soon as possible.