Page 84 of Slap Shot Surprise
“Are you serious? You want to watchThe Sandlot?”
“Sure. But I apologize in advance for the number of times I’ll have to ask you to pause it so I can use the bathroom.”
“You never have to apologize to me.” I found the movie and put it on, then turned off all the lights before dropping onto the other end of the couch. “God, I haven’t watched this in years.”
“No?”
I shook my head, realizing that I’d never even wanted to watch it with Courtney because I knew she’d have been bored. And her disdain would have taken away from my happy childhood memory. But somehow, I knew Mabel was going to like it, or at least appreciate why I liked it.
I’d seenThe Sandlotso many times in my life I could just about recite it, so my mind wandered as it played. Moments from last night and this afternoon ran through my head.
How furious I’d been seeing that jerk’s hand on her—I’d have gladly mopped the floor with his face. How torn I’d been last night when I’d stood outside her bedroom door, wondering if I should knock, deciding against it in the end. How confused I was about these feelings I had for her.
Were they real? Would they last? Was it just the biological urge to protect my offspring that had me feeling so possessive of her? If she weren’t pregnant, would I feel the same?
Maybe it was the name thing getting to me. The way she was willing to name our son after my dad. I hadn’t even realized how much that would mean to me until she suggested it. And it was going to mean the world to my father, if that’s what we decided.
I remembered how she’d said something about getting married in the future and taking her husband’s name. Itwas reality, it would happen, but I fucking hated the thought. I fucking hated that guy. But what could I do?
She laughed at something happening on the screen, and my eyes drifted toward her. She was so fucking cute all cuddled up under that blanket. Her hair was kind of curly today, and several times at the museum I’d been close enough to smell her shampoo or her body lotion or whatever it was that made her smell like cupcakes.
And I knew.
It was more than just the baby.
I wanted to be close to her. I wanted to stretch out behind her and wrap my arm around her middle. I wanted to pull her into me. I wanted to share myself with her in a way I couldn’t explain and didn’t even fully understand.
At one point, she looked over at me—she’d probably felt my eyes on her—and smiled. Her dimple appeared. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Pausing the movie, I got off the couch before I did something drastic. “How about a snack? Popcorn? Pretzels? Chips?”
“You have all those things? You donotlooklike you eat that kind of junk food.”
“I don’t, normally. But I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I added a few things to my grocery list this week.” I grinned at her. “I remembered what you said about ice cream and potato chips.”
She squealed. “My favorite!”
“So do I just scoop the ice cream into the bowl and put the chips on the side? Or do I crush them up like sprinkles?”
“Like sprinkles,” she said, laughing. “But I can get it. I have to use the bathroom anyway.” Setting the blanket aside, she stood and stretched. She’d taken her cardigan off earlier and wore just the tank top now, and it hugged thecurves of her upper body. For the first time, I noticed that it wasn’t just her belly that had grown. Her breasts were bigger too.
My mouth watered.
Turning away, I headed for the kitchen. “I’ll get it. I like when there are things I can do for you.”
“Thank you,” she said, hurrying toward the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”
While I scooped vanilla ice cream into a bowl, I thought of other things I could do for her. With my hands and my tongue and my cock.
Then I had to hope she wouldn’t notice the bulge in my pants when she came back into the room.
When the movie was over and her ice cream bowl was empty—I’d watched her lick that spoon with envy burning in my gut—I switched off the television. “Well? What did you think?”
“Adorable. I love nostalgic movies like that.”
I smiled. “Good.”
She put her hands on her stomach. “You can watch it with Nicky someday.”
