Shaking his head, Noah sighed. “She is going to be so pissed at you.”
I let out a chuckle as I blew out a sigh of relief. “I’m just so glad it was all done before Meg’s due date. Although I have to say, I am going to miss our little rental house.” A memory quickly popped into my mind as Noah and I stood there looking out over the hill country.
“I kind of like this little house,” Meagan said with a crinkled nose.
Hitting play, I replied, “It’s cute.”
Meagan dropped down onto the sofa and said, “Don’t get me wrong, I want our house and I’m so glad we started it when we did. I just pray it gets finished by mid-October.”
I nodded. “Yep, me too.”
We had rented a little three-bedroom house in Fredericksburg and all Meagan ever said was how much she loved how cozy it felt.
Reaching over, Meagan grabbed some popcorn and went to put it in my mouth when she cried out.
“Oh. My. God.”
Pausing the movie, I sighed and then shoved popcorn in my mouth. “Hurry up and go to the bathroom . . . again . . . so we can get the movie started. I need to be in at work early tomorrow.”
Meagan squealed in delight.
She grabbed my hand and put it on her belly “The baby! She moved!”
“What?” I shouted as I jumped up and popcorn went flying everywhere.
I placed both hands on her belly and started talking to the baby. “Hey sweet girl, kick for Daddy. Please kick for Daddy.”
We both jumped when the baby kicked. “Oh my God! I felt her! I felt her!”
Meagan giggled and pushed on the side of her stomach to see if she would do it again.
Nothing.
“Talk to her again. I think she likes your voice,” Meagan said softly.
“Sweet baby girl, move for Daddy.”
Another hard kick caused my eyes to fill with tears. “She’s moving for me.”
Glancing up, Meagan was smiling so big as we spent the next five minutes feeling our child kick.
When she finally stopped the show, I looked into Meagan’s eyes with a stunned expression. “We’re going to have a baby. She’s moving around in there.” I pointed to her belly and said, “Our baby is in there. Growing! Kicking! Hearing my voice!”
“I know!” Meagan replied as she covered her mouth to hold back her laughter.
“I know a way to make her move,” I said as I took her hands and led her to our bedroom.
“What are you doing?”
“Sex! Noah said it makes the baby move more.”
Meagan stopped walking and dropped her mouth open. “So you’re going to use me for sex so you can feel the baby move?”
I gave her a look like she had just said the stupidest thing in the world. “Well yeah. It’s like win-win for me.”
Giving me a sexy smirk, Meagan replied, “If I wasn’t so damn horny all the time I’d tell you to get lost.”
I got lost in not one orgasm, but three. And each time, our daughter jumped all over the place. Much to my delight, I felt our child moving around as I made love to my wife.
My cell phone rang in my pocket as I pulled it out. “It’s Taylor. She came home for the weekend and has been spoiling the hell out of Meagan.”
Noah laughed as he started down the back steps.
“Hey, Tay, what does my beautiful fiancée want now?”
Meagan and I had decided to get married at the house once everything was completed. It only made sense, especially when she ended up being on bed rest. Plus we wouldn’t be able to take the honeymoon I wanted to take her on until my first round of recruit school was over.
“Where are you, Gray?”
“At the house. Noah and I were just walking through before moving day tomorrow. I’m sure Meg wants to get into our own place.”
“Yeah well, moving day is gonna have to wait.”
My heart sunk. “Why? What’s wrong?”
“Meagan is in labor.”
We knew there was a risk of her going into labor early, and honestly I was surprised she made it as long as she did. Her due date was still two weeks away.
“We’re on the way to the hospital.”
“What? You can’t wait for me to get there?”
Taylor said something to her mother before she came back on the phone. “Um, you’re an hour away, Gray. Her contractions are coming fast.”
“How long as she been having them?”
“She said for the last few hours but she wasn’t sure at first if it was false labor or not.”
Fuck!
Taking off running toward my truck, I yelled out to Noah. “Noah! She’s in labor! I’m on my way, Taylor. I’ll meet you guys at the hospital!”
“Wait, Meg wants to talk to you.”
I heard a bunch of noises before I heard her beautiful voice come across the phone. “Hey,” was all she said.
“Hey, baby. You doing okay?”
“Well . . . it’s time I guess, so yeah. I’m doing good.”
Throwing my truck into drive, I hit the gas and peeled out down the driveway.
“Don’t be scared, baby. I’m on my way.”
“Are you spooked?”
With a smile, I shook my head. “If haven’t been yet, I doubt I’m going to anytime soon.”