“Let it out,” I croon, cupping the back of her skull. My lips press gently to her forehead.
“I know I wasn’t that far along,” she hiccups. “But I wanted our baby so bad.”
“I know, love.” I rub at the back of her neck.
“I think it was a girl,” she says quietly, her fingers sliding around my neck before she presses a soft kiss to my throat.
I clear my throat, my own eyes stinging with unshed tears. “I do too.”
“Yeah?” She pulls away just slightly so she can find my eyes.
I nod. “Yeah. I just had a feeling.”
A minute or two passes in silence before she says, “We didn’t even get to talk about baby names.”
It feels like she’s stabbing me in my heart. I know she’s not doing it on purpose. It’s just the rawness of the situation.
Still rubbing the back of her neck, I ask, “Should we give her a name now?”
I shiver when she traces her finger over my collarbone. “I guess we could.”
“I think it would be nice to give her a name.”
“Are there any names you like?” Her fingers slide down further and my hips jerk when she circles my nipple.
“Uh…” I can’t think with her thumb circling against me like that. Blood is rushing straight to my dick. “I don’t know. I like shorter names. Something like Emma or Claire.”
“Hmm,” she hums thoughtfully.
“Would you want to do a Swedish name?”
Her mom is Swedish and named both Ebba and Elias names common for her heritage.
“Not necessarily. I like shorter names too. Olivia, Nova, and Ella.”
“All good choices.” My breath hitches when her fingers trail further down my stomach.
“What about Grace?” she asks softly.
“Grace,” I repeat, testing it out on my tongue. “I love it. It’s perfect.”
She nods, her curly hair rubbing against my face. “Grace Grant. I love it.”
Her hand slips further to the top of the waistband of my pants. I hiss out a breath and grab her hand.
“What are you doing?” I ask her.
She bites her lip and there’s a vulnerability in her dark eyes. “I don’t know,” she answers softly. “I … no matter what I do I can’t seem to quit you. I try to push you away, keep you at arm’s length, and then I end up married to you.”
I smooth my fingers along the curve of her cheek. “I want you. In all ways. Please, don’t doubt that, but I don’t want you to use sex as a distraction.”
“It’s a bit late for that,” she reminds me.
I smile. “I’m trying to make up for it now. We know the sex is fucking phenomenal between us, but I need you to know that I’mnot going anywhere. I’m willing to fight for you every day for the rest of my life because you’re worth it.”
She arches a brow. “So, you won’t fuck me again?”
I shake my head. “Not yet. Not until we’re on the same page.”