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gently pushed me into the house as he followed at my back. Warm scents of cinnamon and vanilla met my nose and I inhaled instantly. I was surprised I didn't feel nauseous at the scent of the cinnamon. I felt Jace's hand stiffen on my back and he leaned down to my ear.
"Are you all right with the scent?" He asked as I threw a funny look over my shoulder. Was he seriously going to make the fact that I was pregnant so damned obvious? "I know you didn't do well with it the last time." He added as an afterthought.
"It's cute you remembered, but no, this isn't a bother." I grinned. "Actually, I really want whatever it is that smells so good."
Jace pressed a kiss to my temple. He looked to Karen who was standing back watching us with loving eyes. "Do I smell your famous cinnamon rolls?"
John appeared from the kitchen with a moist looking roll in his hand. "You bet that's what you smell."
The instant I caught sight of the roll, my belly roared and my mouth watered. I really wanted it. Like, I really really wanted it. And if I didn't get one soon, I had absolutely no qualms over stealing Johns straight from his hand.
Jace laughed as though he knew exactly what was going on in my mind, and maybe he did, because John was looking at me with warning. There was a good possibility my thoughts were written on my face. "Don't you dare consider it, Olivia!" John shook his head. "Go get your own and stop looking at mine."
My mouth dropped. Had I been so obvious? Karen laughed from the couch as she watched the obvious shock register over my face. I blushed. "Sorry."
Jace weaved his fingers in mine. "Let's go get your own before John here chokes on his to keep you from getting a taste."
As we walked though the living room to the kitchen, I heard Johns voice loud. "Did you see the way she was looking at my roll? It's almost like she's eating for two."
I froze instantly. I couldn't help it, my legs simply stopped working. How did he know? Had Jace told them without me? I was furious, hurt, offended and awed. I didn't know what to think or feel. And by the look on Jace's face, he didn't know what I was thinking or feeling either. He leaned down and hot breath washed over my ear. "He's joking. They don't know."
I nodded numbly and followed him the rest of the way to the kitchen. As soon as we stepped into the warmly scented oasis, I forgot about John's comment and instantly focused on the platter of cinnamon rolls. They were the perfect kind of gold and glazed with a vanilla frosting. My mouth felt as though it had suddenly joined the waterworks.
"Are you having one?" I asked as Jace placed the roll on a plate.
He grinned. "I thought we'd share."
Seriously? He thought I planned on sharing? Had he conked his head at some point in the day and I'd just missed it? My tone was stern. "I'm not sharing with you?"
His eyes danced as he held the plate. "Are you serious?"
"I don't ever think there was a time when I was more serious, Jace." He nodded, his eyes glimmering with mirth as he handed me the plate. I snatched it quickly before he could change his mind. As soon as I felt confident in my possession of the roll, I grinned. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He could barely restrain his grin. It was cute and boyish. I loved this grin almost as much as I loved his shit-grin. It made me feel warm. I hoped our child had this grin.
My heart stuttered in my chest as I realized what had just gone through my mind. I was thinking about our unborn child as I watched Jace. And I knew I wanted a boy, just like him. I wanted a little black haired boy with bright blue eyes and a shit-grin that wooed even the roughest of souls. The thought made my eyes mist as I picked at the roll with my fork.
Jace, always so aware of me frowned. "What's running through your mind?"
"I was thinking." I admitted, but I said nothing more.
"About?"
I placed my hand on my belly and rubbed. "This."
His eyes widened fractionally. "And, what were you thinking?"
"I want a
"Are you all right with the scent?" He asked as I threw a funny look over my shoulder. Was he seriously going to make the fact that I was pregnant so damned obvious? "I know you didn't do well with it the last time." He added as an afterthought.
"It's cute you remembered, but no, this isn't a bother." I grinned. "Actually, I really want whatever it is that smells so good."
Jace pressed a kiss to my temple. He looked to Karen who was standing back watching us with loving eyes. "Do I smell your famous cinnamon rolls?"
John appeared from the kitchen with a moist looking roll in his hand. "You bet that's what you smell."
The instant I caught sight of the roll, my belly roared and my mouth watered. I really wanted it. Like, I really really wanted it. And if I didn't get one soon, I had absolutely no qualms over stealing Johns straight from his hand.
Jace laughed as though he knew exactly what was going on in my mind, and maybe he did, because John was looking at me with warning. There was a good possibility my thoughts were written on my face. "Don't you dare consider it, Olivia!" John shook his head. "Go get your own and stop looking at mine."
My mouth dropped. Had I been so obvious? Karen laughed from the couch as she watched the obvious shock register over my face. I blushed. "Sorry."
Jace weaved his fingers in mine. "Let's go get your own before John here chokes on his to keep you from getting a taste."
As we walked though the living room to the kitchen, I heard Johns voice loud. "Did you see the way she was looking at my roll? It's almost like she's eating for two."
I froze instantly. I couldn't help it, my legs simply stopped working. How did he know? Had Jace told them without me? I was furious, hurt, offended and awed. I didn't know what to think or feel. And by the look on Jace's face, he didn't know what I was thinking or feeling either. He leaned down and hot breath washed over my ear. "He's joking. They don't know."
I nodded numbly and followed him the rest of the way to the kitchen. As soon as we stepped into the warmly scented oasis, I forgot about John's comment and instantly focused on the platter of cinnamon rolls. They were the perfect kind of gold and glazed with a vanilla frosting. My mouth felt as though it had suddenly joined the waterworks.
"Are you having one?" I asked as Jace placed the roll on a plate.
He grinned. "I thought we'd share."
Seriously? He thought I planned on sharing? Had he conked his head at some point in the day and I'd just missed it? My tone was stern. "I'm not sharing with you?"
His eyes danced as he held the plate. "Are you serious?"
"I don't ever think there was a time when I was more serious, Jace." He nodded, his eyes glimmering with mirth as he handed me the plate. I snatched it quickly before he could change his mind. As soon as I felt confident in my possession of the roll, I grinned. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He could barely restrain his grin. It was cute and boyish. I loved this grin almost as much as I loved his shit-grin. It made me feel warm. I hoped our child had this grin.
My heart stuttered in my chest as I realized what had just gone through my mind. I was thinking about our unborn child as I watched Jace. And I knew I wanted a boy, just like him. I wanted a little black haired boy with bright blue eyes and a shit-grin that wooed even the roughest of souls. The thought made my eyes mist as I picked at the roll with my fork.
Jace, always so aware of me frowned. "What's running through your mind?"
"I was thinking." I admitted, but I said nothing more.
"About?"
I placed my hand on my belly and rubbed. "This."
His eyes widened fractionally. "And, what were you thinking?"
"I want a
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