Page 25 of Happily Evan After

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thirteen

Evan

I lay in the yard with my hands folded under my head. I’m not in my tent yet because there’s a nice breeze tonight and I can see a smattering of stars in the sky.

And I’m close to my girls. I’m here if they need me. I can’t wait until I can call Marley mine officially. But like Liam said, I need to be patient. I need to wait and give her time. I can be greedy with her once she acknowledges that we belong together.

I’m just so fucking thankful that I found her again.

I stare at the windows on her second story that I’m guessing are her bedroom. She let me in a couple of times earlier today so I could use her bathroom. But I stayed downstairs, and she didn’t offer to give me a tour.

My dick starts to harden just thinking about my sweet Marley lying in her bed. I got a peek at her pajamas this morning when she came outside. Shorts that gave me a complete view of her sexy legs. Her shirt had been sleeveless and cropped, leaving a swath of the soft, fair skin on her stomach. It hadn’t been intentionally sexy. It was just her. Sweet, no-nonsense, and unexpectedly feminine and soft.

Maybe she didn’t stay in those little jammies when she’d gone inside. Maybe she left them on her bedroom floor with her panties, and she slipped between her sheets, naked and bare and gorgeous.

Fuck. Now I’m fully hard. I squeeze my dick over my shorts. I won’t jerk myself off out here in her front yard. But goddamn, I want her.

A light flips on in one of the upstairs windows. She’s probably getting up to go to the bathroom. I’ve been reading a ton about pregnancy since I found out, and evidently, it’s very common for women to pee a lot while pregnant.

I watch, waiting for the light to go back off, but it doesn’t. Instead, another one comes on. I sit up, staring at the windows. A shadow crosses past the windows, then back again.

I grab my phone and shoot her a text.

ME: What do you need? If you’re craving something, I can go out and get you pickles. Ice cream?

Much to my surprise, my phone rings.

“Hello,” I say.

“You know it’s creepy to watch people in the middle of the night, right?” she asks, but her voice is gentle and teasing.

Her calling me means she wants to talk to me, right? I can’t help but smile. “It’s not like I brought my night vision thermal goggles with me. I just saw the light go on and figured you might need a snack. Or maybe a back rub.”

“Wait, you have night vision goggles?”

“Irrelevant.”

She makes a chuffing noise. “How did you know I was getting a pickle?”

I’m grinning like a damned idiot by now. I chuckle. “Just a guess. Don’t all pregnant women crave pickles? Something about the sodium, maybe?”

“I don’t know,” she says. “I always crave pickles. Pregnant or not.”

“Maybe I should call you Pickles instead of Dimples.”

“Do it and I will actually cut out your tongue…”

“Whoa, such violence. I don’t think you would cut out my tongue. If I remember correctly, you are a fan of my tongue and what it can do.”

She sucks in a breath.

“Yeah, you remember, don’t you, Marley? Remember that night and how we were together. Fucking magic.”

“It was really good,” she says, her voice husky, and maybe it’s my imagination, but it sounds full of need.

“So are you craving anything?” I ask.