Page 247 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“I understand. Well, that is quick, but we actually have some invitations already made that just need to be printed. It shouldn’t take more than a week. Does that interest you?”
“Yeah, that sounds like a great option.”
We spend the next twenty minutes looking through all different shapes, sizes, versions of cream and blush. We talk about RSVP cards and matching envelopes, whether we want ribbons included or any add-on embellishments that we can adorn ourselves. By the time Rosie gets back, I’m mentally exhausted and praying she likes at least one of the options.
“Do you have some choices?” she asks, seeming happier than ever. She’s always happier after feedings.
“We do.” I hold out my arms for Kellan and strap him back in.
“Careful.” She rests her hand on my arm and leans forward. “He didn’t burp much and sucked me dry, so don’t jostle him.”
“Sucked you dry, huh? Classy, love.”
“Never said I was classy.” She winks and turns toward the options. “Oh, these are all so pretty. What’s the turnaround?”
“They’re pre-made, so we just have to have them printed. It won’t take longer than a week, and if we give Miss Daniels a list of addresses, they’ll print those as well so all we have to do is stuff the envelopes.”
Rosie’s eyes light up.Yeah. I did good. King of the paper store.“Really? That would be amazing. Wow. Okay, let me see.” She bends at the waist, her cute ass sticking up in the air as she weighs her options. She wiggles it a few times, and I’m immediately aroused, not a good situation while standing in a paper store with my son strapped to my chest.
To distract myself, I bounce back and forth, taking in the large variety of wrapping paper rolls hung on the walls. Do people really buy wrapping paper from here?
“This one is so pretty, don’t you think, Henry?” I turn to find Rosie holding up my second favorite option. With lace embellishments in the corners and a rosy blush hue, it’s very vintage, very Rosie.
“Yeah, I like that one.” I pat Kellan on the back. “Makes me think of you.”
She eyes me. “But there is one you like better.”
“Maybe.” I give her a sly smile. “But I want you to have whatever you like.”
“Which one do you like best?”
I step up to the table and lean over, cradling Kellan’s head as I reach for my favorite. It’s a cream paper with blush watercolor seeping in the corners with an overlay of roses. “This one. It’s you.”
Rosie examines it with a smile on her face as I sway a little with Kellan who’s starting to become fussy.
“Did you pick this because of the roses?”
“Maybe.” I shrug, bouncing and patting Kellan’s back.
“You’re sweet, but I don’t know. Would it be too cheesy to have roses on the invitations?”
“Well . . . didn’t you pick roses for the flowers?”
“We’re actually going with felt, so there will be all different kinds of flowers in the bouquet, roses being one of them.”
“Hmm, well it’s up to you, love. I just want to make sure—”
Before I can even finish my thought, Kellan burps an unseemly sound, surprising us all with the boisterous belch.
“Oh my goodness.” I lean down to look at our son. “You must have been holding that—”
In slow motion I watch as our son’s mouth drops open, and then his body convulses right before the exorcist takes over the sweet little baby in my arms and spews breast milk all over me, the invitations in Rosie’s hands,andon the table.Oh shit.
Warm seeps through my shirt, into my pants, and straight into my boxer briefs.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I freeze in place, arms spread, spewing baby attached to me, letting it flow like a waterfall right out of his mouth. After what feels like minutes, he finally stops and with a smirk, rests his head against my soaked chest and falls asleep.
