Page 249 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
Turning toward the mirror, I open my eyes and take in my dress. It fits . . . perfectly. Maybe a little tight in the breasts, but that’s because I’m carrying gallons of milk every day inside of them.
“It’s perfect, Delaney.”
“Really?” She stands from the bed and works her way into the bathroom where she gasps, taking me in. “Oh my God, Rosie, you look beautiful.”
“Yeah?” I turn in my dress, taking in all the angles.
“Yes, I don’t think I could imagine you wearing anything else. Henry is going to die when he sees you in this.”
“I hope so.” I press down on the skirt. “And I don’t look too . . . fat?”
An angry brow is directed my way. “You can’t be serious. Rosie, you’ve worked your butt off in the gym and it shows. You look incredible.”
“Thank you.” I let out a pent-up breath and fold my hands in front of me. “I can’t believe I’m marrying Henry. Isn’t it crazy?”
“Sort of, but not really. You two were made for each other, but it just took some time to figure it out. Honestly, I have never seen you two more in love, and the way he looks at you, Rosie, as if you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, it’s so romantic.”
I eye my friend, caught off guard. “What have you done with my brash and crude friend?”
She chuckles and cuddles Kellan closer. “I don’t know, over the last few weeks, I’ve started getting this need to settle down. Maybe it’s Kellan, or seeing this beautiful life you have here in the suburbs, but I’m jealous and I want the same thing. I want a family.”
“Really?” I clasp my hands together. “Oh my God, does Derk know?”
She shakes her head. “No, but I plan on having a conversation with him soon. There are a few houses in your neighborhood up for sale and our lease is coming up, so it just seems like perfect timing, don’t you think?”
“You want to move near us?” Tears start to well in my eyes. “That would be . . . oh goodness, that would be amazing. We could raise our kids together and have arranged marriages.”
She rolls her eyes. “Of course. Hell, they have arranged marriages right now just being little sperms and eggs.”
I clap my hands, causing Kellan to whine. I reach for him, but Delaney pulls away and eyes me up and down. “Be smart about this, Rosie. Dress first, baby second. I’ll take care of him as youcarefullytake that off, and then you can feed him.”
I tap my head. “Always thinking.”
“Well, after the picture you sent me of Henry in your gym clothes, I’m going to be extra careful in case the exorcist appears again.”
I don’t blame her. I think we were all scared that day . . . for many reasons.
* * *
“How did he go down?” Henry asks, whipping a towel over his shoulder, finishing up on the dishes.
“Good, swaddled him up real tight and sang him a song.”
“What song was it this time?” Henry asks with a smile, knowing my nursery songs are anything but traditional.
I weave a finger over the marble countertops of our kitchen and smile sheepishly. “You know, just a classic by Salt-N-Pepa.”
“You sang him,Push It, didn’t you?”
“It’s been stuck in my head all day and just so you know, he really liked it. He thought it was quite the jam.”
With humor in his expression, he shakes his head at me and sets the towel down before pulling me into his embrace and kissing the top of my head. “What am I going to do with you, Rosie?”
“Marry me?”
“Exactly. How could I not?” He tugs on my hand. “Come on, let’s go hang out in our bedroom.”
“We still have a week before anything can happen,” I remind him, because he has that glint in his eye.
