“You've never looked more beautiful, Unicorn.”
“You have to say that.” I sighed.
He chuckled. “I don't have to say anything, but I want to. You're incredibly smart, sexy, and cute as hell when you crinkle your nose like that.”
“I just imagined meeting your friends under different circumstances. I mean, I can't even share a drink with them.”
“I'll ask the bartender to make you a virgin cocktail.”
“It's not the same.” I pouted.
“I'll drink one too.”
“You will?” I asked, arching a brow skeptically.
He nodded, before placing a kiss on the top of my head.
“Now, have you seen my belt?”
I blushed, remembering what we'd used it for last night.
“I uh- think it's under the bed.”
I watched in the mirror as he dropped down onto the floor to look under the bed. A few seconds later he stood up triumphantly, before pulling it through his belt loops. Of course he was wearing jeans. Fitted jeans that made his ass look amazing, and hugged his junk in all the right places.
“Were you just checking me out?” he asked, playfully.
“I was judging you with my eyes.” I retorted.
“Well stop. All your judging, is making me want to get undressed.”
I shimmied out of my jeans, and tossed them onto the bed. I went back to the closet, and after digging around for a while I came across a navy blue cotton dress that I hadn't worn in a while. I shrugged it on, and then got down on my knees to find my boots. I didn't have much use for them in New York, but they'd be perfect here.
After pulling my boots on, I checked my reflection in the mirror once again. My bump was less visible in the flowy dress, and I felt more like myself than I had in quite some time. Morgan had always been my stylist. Every meeting, every party, even when we went out to dinner. I dug around in my jewelry box, and finished my look with an owl pendant on a long gold chain.
When I finally left the bedroom to see where Owen had gone, I found him sitting in the living room scrolling through his phone.
“I'm ready when you are.” I said.
He stood, tucking his phone into his back pocket.
“Nashville looks good on you.” He winked.
“It feels good.” I said with a smile.
He reached his hand out for mine and I took it, allowing him to lead me out the front door and to my new SUV. The motorcycle was parked right beside it, and I brushed my hand over the seat in passing. I couldn't wait to ride through the mountains, holding onto Owen with the wind blowing through my hair.
“A few more months.” Owen said knowingly, before climbing into the driver's seat.
“Thanks for driving. I don't know my way around yet.”
“You have nothing to be nervous about.”
“I'm not nervous.” I lied.
When we pulled out onto the road, I could feel my stomach fluttering. It had been happening more, and more lately and I was starting to wonder if it was the baby, and not my nerves. One of the first things we did when we got settled here, was find an OBGYN. I was twelve weeks along now, and my doctor said that with a woman's first pregnancy it takes longer to feel the baby's movements.
In four more weeks we were set to find out the sex of the baby. Owen wanted to wait, but not me. I wanted to be prepared, and I also wanted to decorate the nursery. Not that we had one yet, but we have been looking for a house. There were so many options in Nashville that it was a bit overwhelming. We decided to get the help of a Realtor as soon as the sale from the house in New York goes through.
After a twenty minute drive, we pulled into Ole Red. I may have been fan girling a bit when I seen the neon sign all lit up on top of the building. Blake Shelton was a staple in my house, and while I knew that he wouldn't actually be here I was still just as excited.
I adjusted the strap on my cross body bag nervously, as Owen placed his hand on the small of my back to usher me inside. There was a live band on stage, and a sign that read open mic night. I was in awe of the space. It looked like an old barn had been converted into a new school, line dance hall. From a marketing stand point I was thoroughly impressed.
I was so busy taking in my surroundings, that I barely noticed the couple waving us over from the corner of the room. Owen led me towards them, his hand a steady reminder that I wasn't alone. When we reached them they both stood to greet us. The men shook hands, and the woman pulled me into a hug.
“It's so nice to meet you.” She gushed, as I awkwardly hugged her back.
“You too.” I laughed.
“I'm sorry!” She giggled, before pulling away from me. “I'm just excited to have a girl to talk to again! This one's been single for so damn long I thought he was going to start adopting cats.”
I laughed, and Owen shot her a dirty look before his expression changed to a smirk.
“Ronnie.” He started. “I'd like you to meet my best friend Corey, and his wife Shannon. Guys, this is my little Unicorn.”
I blushed, before accepting the hand that Corey offered to me.
“We've heard a lot about you.” He said, before gesturing for us to sit down.
“All good things I hope.” I said, as Owen and I took the seats across from theirs.
“Of course. He never shuts up about you. Ronnie this, and Ronnie that.” He joked.
“Alright, alright. She gets it.” Owen said, with annoyance.
I took my purse off to hang it on the back of the chair, and a waitress came by shortly after to take our drink orders. True to his word Owen ordered us both
