I smiled so hard my eyes closed. “I can more than deal with that.”
He captured my lips once more as the ultrasound technician wiped off my stomach. Gavin cupped the back of my head, supporting me as he deepened our kiss. My heart took flight as my shirt was pulled down. He slowly tilted me upright and turned me until my legs were dangling off the edge of the hospital bed.
And before I knew it, I was in a wheelchair with my discharge papers and everything I needed to get my pregnancy started, including our first-ever ultrasound pictures.
“You feel up to getting some food?” he asked.
Gavin wheeled me out of the hospital's back exit to avoid anyone with prying eyes and phone cameras.
“I could definitely eat. But what about Asia?”
Gavin chuckled. “Jorge’s at the house with her. He’ll stay there as long as we need him to stay.”
A black Town Car pulled up as Gavin put the brakes on my wheelchair. A nurse helped me upright as an elderly man got out and jogged around to open my car door. I looked up at him to thank him, but my eyes caught his nametag.
And I smiled when I saw the name “Lucas.”
“It’s nice to finally put a face to the name,” I said.
He nodded. “Likewise, Miss Eva.”
I shook my head as I sat down on the leather seats. “Eva is just fine, Lucas.”
Gavin quickly slipped in beside me. “Lucas? Take us somewhere you like to eat. We’re all going out to celebrate for dinner.”
With one last nod of his head, he closed the door and jogged back around to the driver’s side. The doctors and nurses waved us off, and when Lucas pulled the car forward, I leaned my head on Gavin’s shoulder. I closed my eyes and let my hand settle on my stomach. In a few months, my body would change and morph so much that I wouldn’t even be able to wear the clothes I currently had on.
We have so much to talk about.
“How does Mexican sound?” Lucas asked.
Gavin kissed the top of my head. “That sit well with your stomach? I want you to eat something that won’t make you sick so you don’t pass out on us again.”
I licked my lips. “I could go for a nice, big taco salad.”
Gavin chuckled. “Mexican sounds great. Lucas, lead the way.”
And I closed my eyes during the long, winding drive, allowing myself a moment to catch my breath and think of all the wonderful things to come—after Gavin and I got past the very awkward conversations that had to take place, first.
23
Gavin
“Is Lucas not eating with us?” Eva asked.
I took a bite of my chicken. “I told him we needed some private time, so he’s eating in the car.”
She pouted a bit. “Maybe we should go out and eat with him or something. I don’t want him to be alone.”
“He’ll be okay. Right now, it needs to be just the two of us.”
Eva gave me a hesitant look that told me just how nervous she still was, but I didn’t know why. She didn’t have to be. At least, not with me. I was ecstatic that we were pregnant, even though we hadn’t known one another very long at all. Was it a shock to both of us? Of course. Was I worried about things? Hell, yeah. Was I scared out of my mind to be attached to Eva for the rest of my life?
Absolutely not.
Ask how she’s feeling. Get the conversation going.
But, when I spoke, she spoke as well, and the question that hit my ears made me gawk.
