“Your mother is going to kill me.”
“She’ll get over it.”
Maggie hoped so, because the last thing she wanted to do was upset Miranda Barrett after everything she’d done for them. Ben’s mom had single-handedly planned their entire wedding, which they’d held last winter in Ben’s hometown, Cobb Valley. It had been a small but elegant affair. Maggie had never felt more loved and wanted as she’d walked down the aisle toward Ben, the high-pitched jingles of Summer’s steel drum accompanying her steps.
They’d honeymooned in Prague, a city Maggie had fallen in love with after visiting Ben on his movie set. They were planning on going back when Maggie took advantage of her vacation time from the community center, but she was in no rush. She loved living in Manhattan, with Ben, in their gorgeous brownstone.
Besides, they couldn’t miss the Golden Globes award ceremony, not when Ben was a first-time nominee in the best supporting actor category.
“All done,” Greg announced, patting her lower back with a warm cloth to wipe off the excess ink.
She stood up and craned her head, trying to get a glimpse of her back. Both men chuckled, and Greg finally put her out of her misery and ushered her toward the full-length mirror in the main room of the tattoo shop. She examined the tribal design, the soft lines and curved accents making it more feminine than the one on Ben’s biceps.
“I love it,” she finally announced.
Both men released relieved sighs, which made her realize what a bitch she must have acted like during the hour they’d been here. Too bad. She didn’t care what anyone said, tattoos hurt.
She and Ben thanked and paid the tattoo artist, then slipped into their winter coats and stepped outside onto the icy city sidewalk. Thanks to the adrenaline coursing through her body after getting inked, Maggie barely felt the frigid wind as it hit her. She gripped Ben’s hand and shot him a smile.
“I feel like a bad girl, now that I have a tattoo and all,” she said with a grin.
“You feel like a bad girl? Uh-uh, you are one,” he corrected. “Or don’t you remember what you did to me after the Golden Globe nomination brunch, on the flight home last week?”
“That was pretty bad, wasn’t it?”
“Oh yeah.”
They stopped at a crosswalk and waited for the stoplight to change. Maggie wanted to rip off her coat and examine her tattoo again, but she stopped herself. She couldn’t believe how her life had changed for the better during the past year. Sure, the press still hounded them every now and then, and lately it was the former, seeing as Ben was up for an award. But aside from that, everything was incredible. Ben made her breakfast every day before she left for work, and at night, she cooked him dinner, then made up for the awful flavorless meal in the bedroom.
“So my mom called yesterday when you were at work,” Ben mentioned as they crossed the street.
“Yeah, what’d she want?”
“She wanted to know when she’ll be getting a grandchild.”
Maggie nearly slipped on the snow covered sidewalk under her boots. “What’d you tell her?”
“That we’re working on it.”
“Oh are we?”
“Of course we are.” He flashed a magnetic smile. “Aren’t you looking forward to it, having a tiny little Ben Barrett running around the house?”
She let out a groan. “Oh God. Two Ben Barretts? The world had better watch out.”
“We both know you love me.”
He squeezed her hand and she shivered from the familiar tingles his touch evoked in her body. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess I do love you.”
“You guess?” he said with mock insult.
She grinned. “Fine. I know I love you.”
And when they got home, she ushered him into the master bedroom and showed him exactly how much.
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