Until Series(106)

“Let’s say she has a reason for not wanting a child. Do you think that she would tell you the reason? And why would she, when you’re not someone she trusts?” He asked, shoving a huge bite of ham sandwich in his mouth.

I shook my head looking back out the window; she was now sitting on the grass, with Beast sitting on top of her. “I know it’s fucked up, but she’s it.” He raised a brow at me. “I knew from the minute I saw her.”

“She’s your boom.” He nodded in understanding.

“Yeah, but some shit went down, and I used it as an excuse to avoid what I was feeling and pushed her away. I was still trying to hold on, but it didn’t work and blew up in my face. Now, I’m trying to figure out how the fuck to get back to where we were.”

“The only advice I can give you is to stick with it, and it might not hurt to push her a little; it sounds like she’s not going to be very open to a relationship with you. But don’t give her a choice; play all your cards, even the ones that push her into a corner.”

“Is that what you did, Don Juan?” I asked, looking down at July who had fallen asleep. If I got this in the end, I would do whatever was necessary.

“Fuck yeah!” he said, making me laugh. He shook his head, shoving chips into his mouth. “Laugh all you want, fucker, but look at my life. I have a beautiful woman wearing my ring in my bed every night, a little girl who couldn’t be more perfect, and if God’s feeling generous, I will have my wife knocked up before the years out.”

“You trying for another already?” I asked, slightly surprised. July was just two-months-old and I figured they would wait a year.

“I need a son, dude. Fuck, my wife is beautiful, my daughter is going to be a knock out…I’m fucked unless I get another set of male eyes around here to help me out.”

“You do know that shit’s like fifty-fifty, right? You could end up with another girl.”

“Naw,” he shrugged, “I know it’s going to be a boy this time.” Shaking my head, I looked back out the window where Liz and Beast were laying down in the grass, her hand running over his head on her stomach.

I stood, taking July with me as I walked to the door, slid it open, and saw her head tilt back. “Come inside, baby; we need to go soon.” She didn’t say anything, but stood up, dusted her sweats and hands off while heading towards the house with Beast following behind her. She turned sideways to fit by me, and walked to the kitchen. She grabbed her bag off the counter, dug inside to pull out a box, and sat it on the counter while looking over at Asher.

“Can you give that to November for me?” Asher nodded, his mouth full of sandwich.

“What is it?” I asked, walking over to where she stood.

“A pair of earrings that I know she will love,” she said, running her finger down July’s cheek. Her face changed so drastically that I couldn’t breathe; she wanted this. I could feel she wanted a family, or at least a baby; the longing in her eyes couldn’t be misinterpreted.

“Are you okay?” I asked. She startled, taking a step back.

“Yeah, just tired.”

“You wanna take a nap?” I asked, handing July to her. She didn’t answer, but her arms went around July, her head tilting down. “Do you?” I asked again, my lips going to her hairline, breathing in her scent. It was unusual, like musky vanilla; I wasn’t lying when I said that her smell makes me want to eat her. That smell, that’s all her, made my mouth water. Something about it made me hungry. I’d never been one for going down on a female, but I could see myself spending a lot of time consuming her.

“Yeah, I think I’ll just go home after this.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Trevor,” she shook her head; Asher’s advice came back to me.

“We’re still going to dinner tonight. If you want, we can go to your house, pick up some clothes, go to mine, and take a nap for a couple hours before we need to get ready for dinner.”

“I don’t think we should have dinner,” she whispered, looking over at Asher, who was sitting on the couch pretending not to listen.

“Too bad. Now, do you want to take a nap before, or not?”

“Geez, fine!” She glared, and I couldn’t help but smirk. She was fucking cute as hell when pissed.

“Good. Kiss July and give her back to my brother,” I said. Her lips thinned, but she listened; taking July to Asher, she kissed her forehead, before handing her over to my brother. Then she walked back to the kitchen, grabbed her bag off the counter, swung it so it slammed into my stomach, and called goodbye to Asher as she walked out of the house.