“I have that feeling, too.” I glance up at him. “Do you want to find out? The gender?”

He looks down at me. “I’m down to do whatever you’d like. But if I had to pick, I’d like to be surprised.”

I pull back. “Really? You, the control freak, really want to be surprised?”

“Maybe you’re rubbing off on me,” he says with a grin. “In every way.”

“I like the sound of that, too.”

Grey is quiet for a moment. His hand moves from my tit to my arm, where his fingers rove over my skin.

“I know you shot down the idea of us getting married,” he says at last, making my heart skip a beat. “Which was the right call, by the way.”

“I agree,” I say slowly. “Don’t get me wrong. I love love, and I love weddings. I can’t wait for Olivia and Eli’s. But why rush it, you know? If I’m with the right guy, in the right relationship, it will just feel…right. Whether or not a ring is on my finger.”

He’s quiet again. My heart is pounding. I glance up at him to see him looking at me intently. Softness in his eyes.

“Julia, I’d like to be that guy,” he says. “The right guy. For you.”

My heart is beating its way out of my chest now.

I want that, too.

I want that so badly I feel like I’m going to cry again.

But aren’t we rushing? We went from enemies to friends to lovers in what feels like a flash.

Then again, getting pregnant will push things up a bit.

Finding out the guy you thought was a jackass is actually an excellent human being will definitely move things forward.

I love the way this man loves me.

I love the way he shared his family with me, knowing how much I miss mine.

I love the way he makes me feel. Like I belong. Like I’m sexy and admirable, just for being myself.

Cupping his face in my hand, I kiss him. Morning breath and everything.

“You already are that guy, Grey,” I reply.

He looks at me. “Let me take care of you the way I want to. I want to be good to you, Julia, and the baby, too. I want to be your date to Olivia and Eli’s wedding and every wedding after that. Even if we never end up having one of our own.”

I smile. Smile and laugh.

He’s opening up.

Putting himself out there.

This is not what I planned.

But it’s still fucking beautiful.

“Yes. Yes. I’ll take that leap with you,” I say. “Gladly.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Greyson

Julia: You know what I could go for right now?

Greyson: Please say an orgasm

Greyson: Please

Julia: Well that’s a given. But you already gave me several of those this morning. And last night. And the night before that. I’m starting to forget what my place even looks like.

Greyson: My bed is bigger, but my backseat works too