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“You’re one of the good ones, aren’t you?”
“She’s my wife,” I tell her. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.” I hate thinking there are shit men out there, not helping their wives with this stuff.
When the nurse touches Peyton’s skin, she tightens her hold on me. I lean toward her ear. “Do you know how excited I am to watch your belly expand with our baby?”
“No,” she says quietly.
“This morning when you were in the yoga room, I imagined you all plump, nurturing our son or daughter, giving them the best start to life. You’re going to be even more beautiful than you are now.”
“All done,” the nurse says.
Peyton looks up. “That was it?”
The nurse smiles. “You didn’t even flinch.”
Peyton looks at me. “Maybe we should talk to Xander because that was really easy.”
“Sounds good to me. If we head to his gym, I can get a workout in.”
We take our supplies and thank the nurse. On the way out, she taps me on the shoulder. “You really are cut from a different cloth,” she says.
I don’t take compliments well, not when it comes to people saying I’m a good husband. It’s not something I practice. “Like I said, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.”
“You should teach a class or something,” she says and walks away.
In the elevator, I pull Peyton into my side. “Am I different from other husbands?”
She shrugs. “I’ve only had you. I suppose I could test a few others out and get back to you.”
I tickle her side. “Absolutely not. Oh, and this reminds me. Do you have a freebie list?”
Peyton’s brow lifts. “Do you?”
“Do you know what a freebie list is?”
“Yes, we all made one in high school.”
“Really?” Now I’m worried. I mean, I get it. She dated others but what if Kyle Zimmerman is on it. Or someone I know? What if she put someone like Adam Levine or Lenny Kravitz on there? How am I supposed to compete with Kravitz?
She nods. The elevator door opens, we exit, and then walk right out through the open door. It’s overcast but warm out today.
“Who’s on your list?” I ask as I open the car door for her, and she gets in.
“You.”
“Ah, babe.” I kiss her. “Who else?”
“Just you, Noah.”
“What, really?”
Peyton nods and pulls the seatbelt over her lap and buckles it. “Yes. The idea of a freebie list is to put celebrities down. I think I was a senior when I did mine at some party or something. Anyway, you were going to be drafted, which meant you rated as a celebrity. I put you down.”
“So, in theory, your list is complete.”
She cups my cheek. “Yes, Noah. You completed my list for me the night of my senior prom.”
I take her hand and kiss her palm. “That night, I should’ve told you how I felt.”
