Even though I felt like I knew him from the moment I met him, there were still a few things I needed to learn about Jameson Tellar.
The first was that he really hated giving horsey rides. But seeing as Malcolm had him wrapped around his chubby little finger, he was perfectly willing to spend hours tromping around the living room of our new house, so long as I agreed to rub his back afterward. I didn't mind that.
The second thing I needed to learn was that he was a night owl. Those first two nights we spent together where we were up all night long were not flukes. The man seemed to need no more than three hours of a sleep a night, which was fine with me because it meant he was cool with getting up whenever Malcolm yelled in the middle of the night. I think night-cheese was becoming his favorite time of the day. And I was fine with it too because this new baby was sapping all of my energy and I needed way more sleep that I usually did.
Did I say new baby? Right, so it turns out that my luck when it comes to unprotected sex still held. But this time around, I considered myself to be very lucky to be pregnant. Very lucky indeed.
The third thing I needed to learn about Jameson was that he was not someone who was willing to sit back and wait. Once he set his mind to something, there was nothing that could stand in his way. The changes we'd gone through in the past few months - with him winding down his business elsewhere and beefing up his stake in Granger Development, with selling my Mom's tiny house and moving us all into a huge place in the hills with its own in-law suite so my mother could have her own space while we kept an eye on her, not to mention the small matter of the new baby currently nestled on my bladder - had been dizzying. But he attacked it with the kind of zeal that left me, the queen of productivity, feeling like I needed a nap.
"You still sleeping?" Jameson whispered from the doorway. Malcolm was bouncing on his shoulders.
I hefted myself over to the side and pushed up. "This bed is so big," I complained, heaving myself over to the side. "I get lost in it."
Jameson smiled, then leaned back to counteract Malcolm's wild lunge. "Little man wants to see the big water," he said. "I was thinking I'd take him to our spot.
I grinned. "I'm coming," I said, standing up with a groan.
"You sure?" he asked, sounding concerned. "It's your day off. You need to rest."
"I've been resting all morning," I complained. "I'm bored." I stretched my hands out and the shine of the diamond caught my eye, making me smile.
"I love watching you do that," Jameson said softly. "When you look at the ring and suddenly remember."
"Like I've forgotten," I said, going over to him and brushing a kiss across his lips. "How could I forget that you want to marry me for some reason?"
"For some reason?" he laughed against my mouth. "Yeah, it couldn't possibly be that I'm crazy about you. Or that you're carrying my child. Or that..."
"I know," I grinned. "You said that all already when you proposed."
"I'm putting it in my vows too," he promised. Then his face fell. "I can't believe you're making me wait."
"To get married?" I laughed. "Hold your horses please and wait for this kid to get out of me so I can wear a nice dress and not be the size of a house."
He muttered something about pressing my luck and turned, swooping Malcolm around so he laughed his wild giggle and the two of them went tromping down the stairs. I waddled after them, grinning all the while.
The tourist season didn't start for another few weeks, so the waterfront was all but deserted. Jameson set Malcolm down and he went zooming off towards the log that still sat near the treeline. Jameson slipped his arm around my rapidly disappearing waist and kissed the top of my head. "He's getting so big," he said, watching Malcolm tear around like a maniac.
"I know," I sighed. "I'm losing my baby."
"Good thing I gave you another one," Jameson chuckled, cupping my belly possessively.
I laughed. "Yes, thank you. You always know just what I need."
"You're all I need," he said gently, pulling me closer. "You and that little boy over there, and this little boy right here." He brushed my belly again. "How lucky can one guy get?"
"Pretty lucky," I grinned, slipping my hand into his pocket.
He made a soft grunting noise as my fingers brushed his hardness, but then I realized something. "Hey?" I said, turning his pocket inside out. "Where's your lucky coin?"
He looked down. "Oh I spent it a while back. Mac wanted bubblegum."
"But...it was your lucky coin."
He shrugged and looked at me. "Don't need it anymore," he said and kissed me again.
THE END