“Yes ma’am.” He’s so sure of himself and I’d be lying if I didn’t find it sexy.
An idea pops into my head and I shift in my seat before I lose my nerve. Facing him, I slide my hand up his thigh and lean a little closer, my generous cleavage on full display. Another advantage of being pregnant. My breasts are slightly bigger, fuller, and Grayson can’t get enough. He squirms when I drag a nail across the slight bulge under his zipper. “Can we start practicing now?” I ask seductively. It drives him crazy when my voice is breathy, so I add a little more husk to it. “I’m so wet.” I apply a bit more pressure to his groin and he almost swerves off the road. I sit back and laugh at his reaction.
“Oh, I’m so getting to get you for that later.”
Thinking about Grayson touching me all over sends a delicious shiver up my spine and I grin. “I look forward to it.”
We stop outside Grayson’s parent’s colonial style house and I see my Uncle Alex’s truck also parked in the driveway. We walk in without knocking. “Honey we’re home,” Grayson yells playfully.
It’s eerily quiet. Something’s going on. Grayson leads us through the foyer and when we walk into the living room our families jump out from behind the furniture and scream ‘Surprise’. The room is decorated in both pink and blue, with baby memorabilia adorning almost every available surface.
“What is all this?” I look up at Grayson in bewilderment.
He shrugs and looks sheepish. “I might have told mom and Mrs. Coach about our appointment today. Seems they got a little carried away.”
I look around at the faces of our loved ones, noticing that Grayson’s mom, my Aunt Emma, and Demi are holding blue balloons while Grayson’s dad, my Uncle Alex and Brody are holding the pink ones.
“So?” Graysons’ mom chimes excitedly, bouncing on her feet a little.
“Wait,” Demi steps forward. “You can’t tell us. You have to show us.”
I frown, not quite understanding. “What do you mean?”
She rolls her eyes. “See, the men are holding the pink balloons, and we’re holding the blue. All you have to do is choose the color.”
Grayson squeezes my hand and he smiles at me. “Go ahead. Put these poor women out of their misery.”
My grin widens and I hesitate, just to tease everyone. “Show us already!” Demi whines, “I need to know if Brody and I are having a Godson or a Goddaughter.”
I take the blue balloon from Demi’s hand and lock my eyes with Grayson. “We’re having a boy.”
The women squeal excitedly and hug me, while the men bump fists with Grayson and slap him on the back. When we’ve been congratulated by everyone, and Grayson has proudly shown the ultrasound picture of our little Jelly Bean, his mother steps up to his side. “We have someone else who wants to celebrate with us,” she says to him.
Grayson looks up just as a tall, dark haired guy walks into the living room to join us. He looks like an older version of Grayson, with the same broad shoulders and sharp facial features.
“Jeff!” Graysons’ voice is affectionate as he embraces Jeff in a manly hug. “What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here for another two weeks.”
“Don’t get excited little bro,” Jeff laughs good-naturedly. “I’m not here to see you.” Grayson frowns and Jeff winks at me before saying, “I’m here to see the girl who’s making me an uncle.” His comment causes laughter to break out amongst everyone. I haven’t met Graysons’ older brother yet, and now that he’s here, I’m a little nervous. Jeff makes his way over to his parents, and then to my aunt and uncle. After greeting Brody and Demi next, he makes his over to me. Grayson comes to my side and I relax into him.
“You must be Huntley,” Jeff’s voice is warm and welcoming, putting me at ease immediately.
I stick out my hand. “And you must be Jeff.”
He laughs and then picks me up in a bear hug. His spirited demeanor and light-hearted personality is so much like Graysons’ and I like him instantly. I giggle and return the embrace before their mother slaps Jeff on the back. “Jefferson Carter, you be careful with our girl, she’s carrying my first grandbaby.”
The way she says ‘our girl’ warms me deeply and adds to the euphoria that’s bubbling inside me. Jeff puts me down as if I’m made of glass and turns to his mother. “Momma, that baby has Carter blood running through his veins, he’s tough already.” Grayson and Jeff laugh at his remark and high-five, causing another round of laughter between the two brothers.