Page 321 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
I let out a small laugh despite myself.
“What does that even mean?”
“It means,” he says, tugging me down slightly so I’m closer to him again, “instead of thirst traps, I show people what they can’t have.”
I shake my head.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Yeah,” he murmurs, brushing his mouth against mine. “But you love me.”
I smile into the kiss.
“I do.”
“Sit.”
Zach’s voice is gentle, but firm enough that I don’t even think about arguing.
I glance over as he approaches, already holding a cup of tea and a plate with something small on it.
“When did you...”
“Just now,” he replies easily, setting everything down before guiding me gently toward the couch.
“You need to eat.”
“I’m fine.”
“You haven’t eaten properly today.”
I open my mouth. Then close it. Because he’s right. And he knows it.
I sit.
He hands me the tea first, waiting until I take a sip before passing me the plate.
“Good,” he murmurs.
He sits beside me then, his hand sliding to my stomach without hesitation, his touch warm, grounding, familiar.
“How are you feeling?” he asks softly. “How are my two girls today?”
My chest softens instantly as I try not to roll my eyes at the assumption the baby is a girl. God help these men if it turns out to be a boy.
“I’m good,” I say, quieter now. “We’re good.”
His thumb brushes slow circles over my stomach.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “I can see that.”
Jackson shifts closer on my other side, his arm draping loosely around my shoulders as he presses a quick kiss to my temple.
I lean back slightly, letting myself sink into it, into them, into the quiet rhythm of something that finally feels… steady.
Not perfect.
Not finished.
