The St Patrick Series Book #1: The St Patrick Bride

Chapter Forty Seven: Not Expected

Courtney's POV
"Hey baby. I'm home."

My jaw nearly dropped. I blinked repeatedly to be sure I'm not seeing things. He looks real. He sounds real. "Chris!" I tried to get up but I ended up staying put.

Chris hasn't seen me like this. He left me months ago when I was still my skinny self. I have a stomach the size of an overgrown pumpkin. I'm chubby. I want to sink in the tub and ask him to come back in a year or so. That way he will remember me exactly as he left me. The other day I tried on the green gown I wore on my wedding day and I was crying through out because the dress couldn't get past my thighs. The last time he saw me I could fit into the dress.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?" He closed the bathroom door.

"No! It's... I wasn't expecting you." I moved my hands in the water to make the body wash lather q little more in some pointless effort to have the lather cover up my breasts. "How are you?"

He took off his shirt.

Why?

Why is the universes so unfair? We participated in the making of this baby. We both did and somehow he comes back hotter with tighter abs while I have one big bulging ab. This is not right! Still, I drooled over him. He's so hot!

I looked away before the saliva dripped from my mouth.

He got into the tab sitting behind me.

I haven't been touched since he left. "May I?"

"Okay." His hands rested on his baby.

He sighed pleasantly. "Our baby... this is perfect."

I leaned into my husband. When I looked up he lowered his lips close to mine. The embrace made my body shudder with need. He kissed me slowly and gently. I can't believe I have gone all this time without this. His kisses ate my lifeline. He broke away. His blue eyes searched mine. His gaze is the same, full of affection for me.

"Hi." He whispered.

"Hi." I whispered back.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes." I answered.

As if the baby meant to say he's okay too, he kicked. "Whoa!" Chris withdrew his hands fast. The look on his face is a mixture of shock and intrigue. "What was that? Are you ticking bomb?"

"That was your son saying hello. It's okay," I took his hands to rest them on the baby. I helped him move his hands just the way I do when I'm playing with him. "Feel that. Talk to him. He doesn't know you."

"Him? Are you sure?"

"Your mom is convinced we are having a son." I can't help but think of how she thought Chris was a girl. I'll tease him later. For now,this moment should be framed. My baby's father is home. The three of us are a family.

"Okay. What do I say to him?" He smiled at me.

I love his smile. It's like looking at the sunrise. It is filled with hope for a bright day to follow.

"Anything."

"Does he have a name?"

"I wanted you to name him."

"Seriously? I'm not good at naming things. You name him."

"I was thinking either Declan or Bruce."

"Which one do you want little guy?" He spoke to the baby but he is still. Maybe he doesn't know what he would like to be called or maybe he is getting used to his father's voice. "How long does he take to respond?"