Page 125 of Finding Peace
He exhales slowly before setting the spatula down on the counter and turning to face me. Before I can say anything else, his hands comeup, and he gently cradles my face, thumbs brushing gently along my cheeks. “Please don’t make me lie to you.”
I’m a little taken aback.
Why is he keeping secrets?
What in the world is going on?
“Then don’t.”
His hand drifts down to my stomach. The moment his palm settles there, his expression softens in a way it always does when he’s looking at me like this. “So precious,” he says under his breath. It’s so quiet, I’m not sure he even meant to say it out loud.
My resolve melts a little.
“I promise you’ll find out when the time is right. But it’s nothing we want you worrying about.” He squeezes my hip gently. “We’re taking care of it.”
I open my mouth to argue, but he stops me with a small shake of his head.
“Plus,” he adds, a hint of a smile tugging at his mouth, “we have something else we want to talk to you about after dinner.”
I blink. “Bad?”
His smile widens. “Nope. Good. Soverygood.”
Before I can press him any further, the office door swings open and Lincoln, Beau, and Jas wander out.
Jasper stretches his arms over his head. “Jesus. If I look at one more statement today, I’m gonna lose my mind.”
Statement?
“That’s because you can barely read,” Beau shoots back.
“I can read, you fuckin’ dick,” he snaps.
Lincoln walks past them both, rubbing the back of his neck like he has a kink in it. “Barely.”
“Okay, whoa. I don’t know why it’s suddenly gang up on Jasper day, but—”
Beau’s eyes land on me across the kitchen, and his entire face lights up. “Well, look at that. My favorite girl.”
“Your only girl,” I point out.
“Nuh uh,” Linc adds, walking past me, but not before he places a kiss on my belly and then my cheek.
Beau’s eyes light in excitement. “Wait. I thought we were waiting to—”
“It’s just a feeling,” Lincoln and I answer in unison.
Beau beams at the thought of a little girl running around. Before I can react, his hands slide around my waist, and he lifts me in the air. “Beau!” I yelp, grabbing his shoulders.
He sets me up on the kitchen counter and makes himself comfortable between my legs. “There. Better vantage point.”
I snort. “For what?”
“For admiring how absolutely breathtaking you are. Obviously.”
I roll my eyes but can’t stop smiling.
“You’re so ridiculous sometimes it’s not even funny.
