Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
I rinsed and dried my mouth on my towel. “We’ll find out in the morning. C’mon, let’s get some sleep while we can. The monster is out cold.”
Aaron’s eyes sparked with amusement as he wandered to the crate in our room to check on Murphy.
“He’s snoring,” Aaron whispered. “Why is that so darn cute?”
I chuckled, squeezing Aaron’s ass, then slipping by him to hop into bed. Murphy was totally sawing wood in his corner of the room, the sound echoing off the high ceilings. And yeah, somehow it was kind of adorable. I flopped onto the pillow and rolled to my side, watching Aaron bop his hips to a tune in his head as he flossed his teeth.
Fuck, he was so beautiful…and sexy too. Dark hair, smooth olive skin, and a toned sleek body. I stared at him, mesmerized by the sway of his slim hips and the curve of his perfect bubble butt in his silky boxer briefs. I liked that he’d borrowed one of my old Georgetown T-shirts. It was way too big on his lithe frame, and maybe that was the turn-on.
Or maybe…it was just Aaron.
Over twelve years together and I fell deeper in love with him every day. He was my rock, my peace, my home. My five-foot-eight bundle of boundless energy with a heart of a lion…all wrapped up in a pretty package that dared you to underestimate him.
Not many were so naïve anymore.
Aaron had built a niche for himself as a fashion trendsetter via a successful podcast that had accidentally launched him into influencer status. Unlike so many wannabe Internet sensations these days, Aaron had real-life experience in the industry as a fashion editor at a well-known DC magazine, which had benefited him when he’d gone out on his own.
Maybe timing really was everything, because his once-humble podcast, Chic Talk, now boasted big-name sponsorship and required a full-time staff to juggle practical business matters and manage celebrity guest appearances. The best part was that he was still able to do most of his day-to-day business from his in-home office.
I was unbelievably proud of my man. And did I mention he was drop-dead gorgeous?
He swept his hair from his eyes and flashed a crooked grin that went straight to my dick.
“C’mere.” I folded the duvet aside and wriggled a finger.
“Ooh, I know that look. Naughty, naughty, Matty,” he chided, climbing into bed and rolling to face me. He hooked a leg over mine and rested a hand on my biceps. “How can you be thinking about sex at a time like this?”
I nipped his chin and rubbed my nose along his jawline, loving the scrape of his end-of-day stubble. “How can I not?”
“We’re on the precipice of major life choices…with an impressionable pup in the room.”
I glanced at the partially covered crate in the corner and rolled my eyes. “He’s heard us plenty of times, and nothing is going to wake him now.”
Aaron nodded in agreement, lowering his hand to my hip. “I know, I know, but…aren’t you nervous? Just a little?”
“Yeah, I’m very nervous. But I don’t want to lose sleep over something I can’t control, and I really don’t want either of us to get our hopes up,” I replied in a steady, firm voice.
We’d been down this path many times and had taken turns playing devil’s advocate.
“This could be it.”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“You’re right, but I think I’ll sleep better if we go through our list of questions and make sure we’re not missing something important.”
I could have argued that we were bringing that list with us to meet Lena, our supposedly perfect surrogate, but I sensed that Aaron needed this. “Okay. What have you got?”
He sat up and cleared his throat. “How do you envision communication to flow during pregnancy? In other words, how do you feel about me getting in your dish on the daily? Can I ask how you slept, if you remembered to take your prenatal vitamins, and what you like to eat? Is it weird if I want to feed you and—”
“Yeah, that’s weird,” I interrupted.
Aaron arched a brow. “Are you sure? If she has an unhealthy addiction to soft drinks or Doritos, I think we should know.”
I tugged his elbow, pulling him into my arms. “We can definitely ask about nutrition, but we’re not going to worry about this tonight. We’re going to—”
“What if she has all the right answers, but we don’t like her vibe? We’ll have to pass, right? I don’t think we’re desperate. Are we? Maybe we are, maybe I am, maybe—”
“Stop.” I rolled to pin him to the mattress. “No more. It’s easy to get carried away, but stay in the moment, Aar. With me. We don’t know anything yet. We can hope it goes well and that we click with her. That’s a tomorrow worry. Not tonight. Just rest, baby. Go on…close your eyes.”