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Caitlin
Absolutely.
Bellamy
Perfect. Good luck at your appointment.
Caitlin
XOXO
I stuff my phone in my pocket as I look around at Callen’s very un-Christmasy house and want to cry. I want to be happy today. It’s a big day. But instead of being excited, I’ve been fighting tears all morning. Everly closed the showroom and offices until after the new year, so I’m stuckherein hell with the Grinch.
And just like that, the green bastard with a tiny little heart appears. Damn it. If he was actually green and ugly, it might make all this easier. But of course he’s not. He’s Callen. No man on the planet looks better in sweats and a hoodie than this man does, and instead of turning me on, it pisses me off.
Okay. So that’s a lie.
It turns me on too—because lately, when I’m not ready to cry, I’m ready to scream in frustration.Sexual frustration. There’s a reason you should be in a relationship when you’re pregnant. Sure, it’d be nice to have a partner to help with the baby. But it would be even nicer to have a partner to help with the orgasms. I can’t look at Callen without first thinking about how much I want to kill him, then deciding I’d rather fuck him.
Occasionally, I think it in the other order.
Either way, I’m not going there.
Not again.
So I ignore him instead. But not today. Today is our first appointment together with Kenzie. Because that’s not going to be uncomfortable at all. My cousin and one of his best friends checking out my vagina. It should be a regular party.Yay! Not.
Fuck. And now I want to cry again.
“Hey, kitten,” Callen stops in front of me and pulls a bunch of bananas from behind his back. “I got you something.”
I look from them to him, confused. “I’m sure you’re trying to tell me something, but I have absolutely no idea what, so I’m just going to say no. We need to leave in an hour.”
I brush past him, and he grabs my arm, sending an electric current coursing through my body, and if looks could actually kill, he’d be dead on the floor where he stands. But this brave man doesn’t let go.
“Did you know the baby is the size of a banana today?”
And just like that, the tears are back.
Fuck you, Callen Sinclair.
I swallow down the emotion. At least I try. “You’re not going to eat them, right? Because that would be weird.”
His smile stretches across his entire face, and the first teeny, tiny shard of my heart feels like it might have just slid back into place. “No. I’m not going to eat them. I just thought todaywas the last time we’d probably refer to our baby as a fruit and wanted to commemorate it.”
He hands me the bananas, and this time, I take them.
“I was hoping we could get lunch after the appointment. We need to talk,” he tells me without ever taking his hand off me, and I swear, it’s making it hard to think.
I absolutely despise from the depths of my soul that he’s right. We do need to talk. But it’ll be on my terms. Not his.
“I want a Christmas tree.”
Callen looks confused at first. Then the fucker looks cocky, and damn him for it looking so good. “Lunch first, then we get you whatever tree you want, kitten.”
I yank my arm away before I jump his stupid, annoying bones.
“Tree first, then takeout. I’m not sitting in public with you,” I counter.
