“The backseat is roomy enough for the baby seat.”
I glanced over my shoulder. “Yup, you can definitely have enough room for the baby and all of the stuff you’ll need to haul around.”
“You have kids?” the salesman asked.
“I…ah…” I stuttered.
“One on the way.” Jay grabbed my hand a pressed a kiss to the back of it.
“Congratulations,” he cheered. He then went into all of the safety specifications of the car and why it would be perfect for a family.
Jay pulled back into the dealership, and even though I was falling in love with the car, I was ready to get the hell out so I didn’t have to hear this guy keep talking.
“Let me give you my card and…”
I wandered away from Jay and salesmen, back to the car. I was getting hungry and didn’t want to be held liable for what I did to the guy if he kept droning on. Hangry was very much a thing.
“You ready?”
I was leaning against Jay’s car and admired the way he moved toward me.
His dark hair slightly blew in the wind, and his sunglasses reflected the sun, though, underneath, I knew there were chocolate brown eyes I could get lost in forever. His strides were long, and with each swing of his arms, his shirt tugged and pulled, exposing more and more of his tattoo that covered one arm.
I had seen where that tattoo ended on his back, and I wouldn’t mind revisiting that area again. Jay may not remember us being together, but I had replayed that night over and over many times before.
“You mean you’re not buying a car today?” I laughed.
He leaned against the car next to me. His arm brushed against mine. “Never buy the first car you look at without looking at everything else first.”
“I guess that is good advice. Though I have to say, that was a nice car as long as it doesn’t come with the salesman that never shuts up.”
“Yeah,” Jay laughed. “Never met a salesman like that before.”
“Ready to go to the store?”
My stomach grumbled, and I closed my eyes. Lord, I hope Jay didn’t hear that. He had taken me to lunch an hour ago, and I was ready to eat again. This baby was making me a bottomless pit.
“Del?” he called.
I opened my eyes and turned my head. “Yup. Never been more ready.” I pasted a smile on face.
He pushed off the car, and I stepped back as he opened my door. “Maybe we can stop at a drive thru on the way. I’m getting kind of hungry. What about you?”
I sat down in the car and shrugged. “I guess I could eat.”
He shut the door with a huge smile on his face.
He had totally heard my stomach growl, but instead of giving me shit about it, he chose to be a gentleman.
A gentleman who was about to buy me a double cheeseburger with a large chocolate shake.
*
Chapter Ten
Jay
“Pretzels and queso are amazeballs.”
I handed her the last pretzel bite and laughed. “You are right about that one, Del.”
She snatched the pretzel bite from me and grabbed the bowl of queso. “What?” she mumbled around a mouthful. “You can’t waste queso, Jay.” She dragged the pretzel bite through the cheese, making sure to get every last drop, then shoved it into her mouth.
I grabbed the bowl and turned to the sink to wash it. “You want some ice cream?” I asked over my shoulder.
“I think the monster inside me is satisfied for the time being. Ask us again in half an hour, though.”
A glance over my shoulder at her and found she was sitting back on the stool with her hands resting on her stomach. “Is that how you two communicate?” I asked. “Maybe I need to have a talk with the kid to tell him to lay off you for a bit.” I had been dying to get my hands on Delaney. Not just to feel the baby, either.
“Trust me, I’ve had many talks with this kid. He already has a mind of his own at two months in the womb.”
I finished washing the dish and grabbed the towel off the bar on the stove to dry it. “Do I get to pick what movie we watch tonight?”
She shook her head. “Nope.”
“Del, you were asleep not even ten minutes into that movie last night. At least let me pick the movie so I have something to watch while you snore.”
“I don’t snore,” she insisted.
Right, and birds didn’t fly. “Whatever you say.”
“Hey, you’re just trying to pacify me,” she accused me.
“No need arguing about something I know I’m right about.”
Her jaw dropped, and she scoffed. “You are not right, sir.”
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket. “You can bet your ass I’m recording it tonight.”
She shoved her chair back and stood. “I’m never going to sleep in front of you ever again. Besides, you can’t record me without my knowledge.”
“Pretty sure I just told you I’m going to record you.”
“Well, that's inadmissible in a court of law because I’m not giving you consent.”
Jay blinked slowly. “Are you a med student or a law student?”
“I’m a med student who watches a lot of Dateline and Law & Order.” And that was that.
“Pretty sure that doesn’t mean you know what you’re talking about, Del.”
She flitted her hand at me. “I don’t snore, and you can’t record me doing it since I don’t do it.”
I held up my hands. I was not going to argue with her about this. “I hear you loud and clear.”
She huffed and rested her hands on her hips. “You can pick what we watch tonight, but it can’t be a race or something like that.”
There went my idea of putting on the Speed channel. “I’m sure we can find something to watch we will both like.”
“You didn’t like the Herbie last night?” She tried to keep a straight face, but a huge smile spread across her lips.
“Del, you gotta know you tortured me last night with that.”
“Oh please,” she laughed. “It had Lindsay Lohan in it. That’s totally eye candy.”
I cringed and shook my head. “Not for me, Del. Especially since she looked about sixteen in that movie.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s not like she was actually sixteen.”
“Doesn’t fucking matter. Chick is not what I’m into.” Far from it.
“And just what is your type?” she demanded.
“Look in the mirror, Delaney.”
*
Delaney
I was on the couch.
Jay was on the couch.
We were on opposites ends of it, but we were both sitting on it.
“Pick something.”
Jay spread his arm along the back of the couch and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. “This is the hell you put me through last night. Just paying you back, Del.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed. “I do not do this.” He kept flipping through the channels, stopping every few channels to watch for a minute, and then he would flip the channel again. I was about to go batty and snatch the remote from him. “You passed six shows we could be watching right now.”