Underestimated (Underestimated, #1)

Celeste said, sipping her hot tea.

“You don’t have to thank me. I’m glad you’re here, and I love Alicia.”

“Me too,” she smiled. “We really did need this.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“Nine years in March. How long have you been with Drew?”

“On and off for about ten years, on again for a day,” I smiled.

“You are coming back to Vegas for good?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “We never really talked about it, but I am sure that is his plan. I told him that I needed to live by the beach, but he went and did all the new remodeling and the baby’s room and all. I hate to disappoint him now.”

Celeste laughed. “You should have seen him trying to do all of that. I couldn’t help but be amused by him. He handpicked every piece of clothing in that room.”

“He did?” I asked surprised. “I figured he had you do all of that.”

“He had me going in every store in New York City with him, but he did all of the shopping.”

I smiled out at the four figures, searching through sand and pebbles.

“I hope you know how much he loves you, Morgan,” Celeste said.

I turned to look at her with narrowed eyes. “What has he told you?” I asked. I would be so embarrassed if she knew everything.

“He doesn’t have to say anything. Nothing exists in his eyes when you are around. He will walk out of an important meeting to answer your call, and I have never seen any man more excited about this baby than he is.”

“Are you aware that he might not be this baby’s father?” I asked. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I did.

She smiled at me. “He never told me, but I had a feeling something was up.”

“It’s going to make things a lot more difficult if he turns out to be another man’s child. Please don’t tell him that I told you,” I begged.

“Not a chance,” she smiled as my mother and Alicia joined us again.

Jason was the only one to find any treasure, and of course he gave it to Caroline to put in her lighted bottle.

We watched a movie with the two little ones on the big screen with a few other guests. Drew and I slipped off and went to our room around nine. We both showered and lay down in the, oh so comfortable bed. I hadn’t realized I was as tired as I was.

“Drew,” I whispered, lying in his arms.

“What, baby?”

“I’m very happy right now.”

I felt Drew smile on my ear. “That makes me very happy. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

My mother walked out to the deck to a full blown argument the following morning.

“No, Morgan. I want you home with me.”

I didn’t reply when I saw my mother; instead I brought her in the middle.

“Would you tell my husband how important it is to me for you to be there when this baby is born and that I should just stay here and get established with a doctor?”

“No. I can’t tell him that. I think you need to be home with him. This is your first baby. I have time to fly out there.”

“I love you,” Drew said, kissing my mother smack on the lips.

I crossed my arms, pouting. She was supposed to take my side.

“You will be here in a couple of weeks for Thanksgiving and then again for Christmas. I think you should be with Drew,” my mother informed me while standing behind me, playing with my hair.

Was I afraid of that? Was that I why I was so insistent on only being with him for short periods of time?

We had never lived together as a couple, other than when I didn’t know who I was.

“Let’s eat, I’m starving,” Drew said with a big smile, rubbing in his victory. “I have a date with two little kids. We’re going on a treasure hunt.”

“We’re going shopping,” I stated.

Drew and Jason kept the kids occupied hunting for sea glass for the biggest part of the day. My mom, Celeste, Alicia, and I spent the day shopping. We were home by four and everyone dressed to go out for dinner. We had seafood by the ocean and then visited an aquarium. Drew and I couldn’t keep our hands or eyes off of each other. I had fallen asleep on him the night before, and we spent the evening flirting, and undressing each other with our eyes. I had the best time ever with my family, my husband and our new friends.

Drew and I went right to bed once we were home.

We were undressing each other as soon as the door was closed. Damnit I wanted this baby out of me. I wanted all of him. I wanted him to do everything that I had despised at one time. It was a hopeless case. He wasn’t about to do anything but make love to me. I knew. I had already tried.

All I got was a promise that once I wasn’t pregnant, he would take care of all of my deep dark fantasies. That was almost three months away.

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