Chapter 153: Unplanned Future
On Thursday evening I pull up a pair of Vincent's boxers—my new favorite items to sleep in—and watch him as I crawl into bed, slipping underneath the covers.
"I'm proud of you," I say tucking the covers around me as Vincent eyes me curiously while he stands next to his dresser.
With his sexy steps that draw me into his web, he prowls across the room and stops beside the bed. "Oh really? I'm glad we're both aware of how wonderful I am, but why this particular time?"
I laugh. It's such a Vincent reply.
"You've known about the baby for three full days now and you haven't sent a company email telling everyone." I'm only half joking with him. It has been a valid concern of mine the last few days. Every time I opened my email, I clenched my teeth as I read over the subject lines.