“Sure you hadn’t.” I roll my eyes.
Jake lifts my leg off him. He leans over me, forcing me to lie back, and places his hands either side of me, pelvis pressed hard against my sex. He rests the tip of his nose against mine. “I hadn’t noticed,” he repeats. “When you’re in the room, sweetheart, I don’t see anyone but you.”
A shiver runs down my spine, and I start to hum with desire.
“I’m going to get fat,” I say, pouting.
“No, you’re going to have my baby growing inside of you, and right now I can’t think of anything sexier.”
Jake slants his mouth over mine, kissing me leisurely. I part my lips with a moan, and his tongue moves inside, stroking mine.
Right now, I would like nothing more than to have Jake inside me, but our lunch is on its way, and I have this nagging worry about calling my parents to tell them about the baby. Mainly my mum. I’m worried how she’s going to take the news. I’m already well aware of her concerns over my relationship with Jake and my moving here after such a short time together. Plus the engagement, coupled with the problems Jake’s had—we’ve had. I fear this may push her over the edge.
“Speaking of the baby,” I say, as his tongue trails over my lower lip.
“Were we? I thought we were heading more in the direction of doing what created our baby in the first place.” He puts his hand up my top, pulling back the cup on my bra, and gently rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
My body instinctively arches into his touch.
“I need to call my folks and tell them about the baby,” I utter, breathless.
“Soon,” he groans, pushing his erection against my sex. The seam of his jeans works through my own, rubbing against my throbbing clit.
“I can’t call my parents straight after we’ve made love.”
“So call them tonight. That’s if I’m done with you by then,” he breathes, nipping my earlobe with his teeth. “I’m desperate for you,” he groans.
Aching from his promise, but worry claiming me more, I put my hands to his chest. “I want you too, Jake, but right now, I need to call them.”
Stopping his assault on my earlobe, he moves back and looks me in the eye. “You’re worried they won’t be happy about the baby, aren’t you?”
I bite my lip and shake my head.
He sits back on his heels, staring down at me, and I see a darkness take his eyes. “Sorry, I’ll rephrase that. You’re worried Eva won’t be happy about you having a baby with me.”
I sigh and push my hands through my hair.
“You know Mama thinks we’ve moved too fast together. She worries for me—a lot—and she lived this life with my dad, having a baby with a musician, on the road, and…” I trail off, struggling to find the right words. “I guess I’m just worried she’ll…”
“What? Want you to go back to England to live? Make you choose?” He frowns.
“No. I don’t know.” I shrug. Sitting up, I wrap my arms around his waist, resting my cheek against his chest. “I just don’t want her to be angry with me.”
“Tru.” He rests his hands on my shoulders and moves down to my eye level. I can see that his hardened expression has softened. “You just said yourself that she’s lived this life.” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “But remember, we are more financially secure than they were back then. I’m not just some singer in a band.”
“But when she gets something in her head, Jake, it’s hard trying to change it.”
“Reminds me of someone I know well,” he implies with a smile. “We’ll call them now and settle your mind, and I’ll screw you mindless later.”
Getting his phone back out, he dials my parents’ home number, putting it on speaker, and sets the phone on the coffee table before us.
“Hello,” comes my dad’s deep voice down the line. Just hearing his voice causes my heart to beat faster.
“Hey, Daddy.”
“Baby girl!” I can almost see his big, bright smile. I miss him so much. “How are you?”
“I’m good, Daddy. Um, is Mama there?” I swallow.
“Yeah, you want me to get her? Your old man not good enough to talk to nowadays?” he teases.
“Actually, I need to talk to you both. Can you put me on speaker?”
“Everything okay, darlin’?”
“Everything’s fine, Daddy. I—we—have some news.”
“Okay, let me get your mum.”
I slide a look at Jake, desperately trying to swallow down my nerves.
Jake rubs my back. “Don’t worry, it’s going to be fine,” he whispers.
“Tru, is everything okay?” My mum’s worried tone comes on.
“Yes, everything’s fine. Great, in fact.” I run my tongue over my dry lips. “Is Dad still there?”
“I’m here,” he says.
“Okay. Jake’s here too, and, um, we’ve got some news. We’re, um…we’re having a baby.”
There’s utter silence. For a really long time.
Then my dad breaks it.
“That’s great news, honey. Really, really great news. Isn’t it, Eva?” I can practically feel him elbowing my mum to respond.
“Cómo pudiste permitir que esto suceda?”
My face heats and prickles.