Sam shoveled food into her mouth so fast, I was concerned she might choke. I couldn’t help but chuckle, as she closed her eyes and moaned after taking a bite of her barbecued pork. It reminded me of the little noises she made while I nibbled on certain body parts of hers. The thought had me shifting in my seat, as my jeans became a bit tight.
I glanced over at Jordan. If his hooded eyes were any indication, he was thinking the same thing.
After Jordan and Sam’s heart-to-heart, Sam announced she was hungry, and we rushed to the kitchen to fix her something. She had stopped us and quietly asked if we could get take out. So there we were, sitting around the small glass dining room table, having a feast of southern comfort food.
“What?” Sam asked, as she looked between the two of us. I smiled as she forked in another mouthful, while waiting for us to speak.
Jordan frowned. “We must not be feeding you enough.”
“Oh, believe me, I’m eating enough.” Sam snorted. “Besides, I know where the kitchen is. If I’m hungry, I know where to find food. Or I can yell for one of you.” She smiled brightly at us.
“Well then, slow down before you choke,” I laughed.
Sam stuck her tongue out at me, and her cheeks flushed. It took some strong will power not to lean over the dining room table and suck that tongue into my mouth. I shifted again, as my zipper dug into my arousal.
“I can’t help it. I have been craving barbeque with all the fixings since I found out I was pregnant.”
Sam continued eating as she spoke, and I shook my head. She usually had more manners than that, but I wasn’t complaining. She looked happy. That was all I was concerned about.
“Why haven’t you said anything before? I would have gladly gotten you some.”
Sam shrugged and looked down at her plate. “I didn’t want to inconvenience you.”
I frowned as I reached over to grab her hand. Her fingers were cold, as I pulled them away from around her iced tea.
“Never think that you are in any way an inconvenience. I would happily drive hours to get anything you want, as long as it makes you happy.”
“Thank you.” She smiled. “Well, barbeque will always make me happy. At least until the baby is born.”
Jordan cleared his throat. “When is the baby due?”
I had forgotten that he didn’t know. He was in for a shock, I grinned.
“June the first,” Sam replied.
Jordan’s head jerked back. “Really? That soon? You don’t look… I mean, you’re not that…” He trailed off, as Sam began to chuckle.
“I know. I don’t look that big, though I feel gigantic. The doctor reassured me that everything is fine and that little Ava is right on schedule.”
“Ava?” Jordan croaked.
Sam’s smile wilted along the edges. “Yes, I’m sorry. I forgot that you didn’t know. The baby is a girl.”
Jordan sucked in a breath and looked away from both Sam and me. I saw the muscles jumping in his jaw, as he ground his teeth together.
Sam pulled her hand away from mine, reached over and placed it on his arm. “I’m really sorry that I lied to you. If I could take it back, I would. Please. Please forgive me?”
Her eyes were beginning to shine with unmistakable tears. I hated to see her cry, but this discussion was inevitable.
Jordan’s head snapped in Sam’s direction. She flinched, but didn’t take her eyes or hand off of him.
“I’m not upset with you, Sam. I wish to God you hadn’t lied to us, but I only have myself to blame. What could you have done? I sure as hell wasn’t listening at the time, and I could have said or done something to change your mind.”
He shook his head wearily. “But I didn’t. I let you walk away without a fight. Without support. I am so sorry, Sam.”
I watched once again how Jordan and Sam had another heart-to-heart. They both looked at each other, guilt shining in their eyes, and I had enough.
“Enough of this mushy stuff! Sam, do you forgive us for being the complete jerks that we are?”
Sam laughed, which was my intention. “Yes, of course.”
I turned to look at the brooding Jordan. “Do you forgive Sam for lying to us?”
“There is nothing to forgive,” he murmured.
“And I have put it past me as well. So, it has been said. We are all sorry. Can we move forward now?”
Sam’s sigh was one of relief, and I was glad the air had been cleared. “I think that’s a wonderful idea. I can’t wait to move forward. But…”
She looked down at her almost empty plate, and I began to worry she was upset again. What could be wrong now?
“Do you guys think this is going to work?”
“What do you mean?” I asked. Glancing at Jordan, I noticed his weary expression.
Sam looked up. “The three of us? One woman and two men is a little out of the box. What will people say? Will it work between all of us?”
Jordan and I visibly relaxed. This we could deal with.