I watched Phileigh adjust her dress in the mirror for the fifth time. She hadn’t said anything, but I already knew what it was. She was seeing changes in her body. Her fingers smoothed down the sides of the dress and the small pouch that seemed to appear overnight. The burgundy dress she wore hugged every curve of her body and complemented her brown skin. Hell, she looked fucking beautiful. If my mom hadn’t ordered us to attend this function tonight, I would have been ripped her out of that dress and bent her over the bed.

“You are gorgeous,” I assured her as I walked up behind her, kissing her bare shoulder. Her skin was warm, and she smelled sweet. It was taking everything in me not to get sidetracked.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” She smiled softly, meeting my gaze in the mirror.

“It’s the truth,” I said, wrapping my arms around her waist. “You’re glowing.”

Her hand drifted to her belly. “I don’t look too… I don’t know... fat? You can’t tell I’m pregnant, right?”

I leaned closer. My lips brushed her ear. “You look like a woman who has a man that don’t play about her.” I kissed the corner of her mouth. “Are you ready? We’re going to turn heads as it is. Let’s not add being late.”

“Let me just grab my purse.”

“Actually…” I walked to the other side of the bed and pulled out the box I’d stashed earlier. “I’ve got something for you.”

She raised an eyebrow with curiosity and confusion as I handed her the Chanel box. When she opened it and saw the sleek black bag inside, her eyes widened and watered at the same time.

“Kellon… this is gorgeous. You didn’t have to do this.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I said, kissing the side of her neck. Then I picked up the smaller Tiffany box I’d hidden with it. “And this too.”

Her mouth fell open as she opened the box, revealing the diamond Cuban link chain and the heart pendant necklace that cost me over fifteen bands. I removed the necklace from the box and fastened it around her neck.

“Kellon, this is too much,” she whispered.

“There’s no such thing as too much when it comes to you, Phee.”

She looked at herself in the mirror again. Her fingers brushed the pendant and the soft leather of the bag in her other hand.

“Thank you again. I love them.”

“Good,” I said, kissing her shoulder one more time. “Picture?”

I took out my phone, but she held up her hand to stop me.

“I got you something too.”

She ran to the closet and back, smiling big when she returned.