“Me either.” He kissed the top of my head. “But if we don’t, we’ll never finish planning our wedding. And no wedding means no baby.”
I shifted so I was propped on my elbow. “You asked Doctor Mattias to be my doctor,” I said, still in awe that he’d done that.
He nodded. “Figured she was the best choice, and you seem to like her.”
“I do,” I said. “But… What’re we doing, Trent? Are we going to have a baby or not? Because last I knew, we hadn’t decided, but then you’re actively making plans like we are.”
He sighed. “It doesn’t hurt to be prepared, just in case.”
I chewed on my lip and nodded. I was hoping he’d say he wanted a baby no matter what, but I knew that was a silly fantasy. There were too many risks, too many what-ifs that we hadn’t had a chance to talk about yet.
“Guess I better go finish planning our wedding.” I pushed away from him. “Considering you’ve barely done anything,” I teased.
Trent grabbed me and yanked me down to him. I yelped with surprise.
“Hey. I’ve been working on the list Whitney gave me.” He laughed. “Seriously, though, if you want my help, just ask. I’ll do whatever you need me to do.” Smiling, he smoothed my hair away from my face. “If I had my way, we’d elope the day after graduation.”
Laughing, I playfully smacked him. “Like anyone would let us get away with that. And it’s not like we’re going overboard. It’s going to be a small ceremony. Family and close friends.”
“I know.” He sighed. “I guess I’m just tired of waiting. Seems like the day will never get here.” He tucked a hand behind his head. His eyes were ocean blue and clear, his face relaxed, his expression loving.
“You’re just eager for the honeymoon.” I stuck my tongue out at him, and he laughed again.
“Yeah. Aren’t you?”
“I might be if I knew what you were planning. You know I hate surprises.”
“Not mine.” He winked.
My God, he was so adorably sexy. Moments like this made it hard to grasp the reality that he was going to be my husband and possibly the father of my child. That I’d have him with me for an eternity. My heart was in a constant state of near eruption with all the love I had for him.
“What’re you thinking about?” He rolled onto his side, mimicking my position, head propped in his hand.
“How much I love you.” I smiled. “How lucky I am. How I can’t wait to start our life together.”
He cupped my cheek, and I leaned into his hand, my eyes fluttering closed. “So, you haven’t changed your mind about anything, then?” he asked.
My eyes snapped open. “No. Why? Have you?”
Instantaneous panic choked me. Was he having second thoughts about marrying me? I already knew he was about having a baby. But Trent wouldn’t decide not to marry me. He loved me too much; that was a fact I knew clear to my soul.
“No,” he said without hesitation. “But now with Felicity on the loose, I just wanted to make sure we were still on the same page.”
Felicity was definitely a complication we didn’t need.
“We are,” I assured him. “I’m not letting some crazy rogue witch ruin our plans. We’ll figure out why she’s here, and then we’ll deal with her. Just like we’ll deal with the Zoya when the time comes.” I hoped my voice sounded surer than I felt. “And I thought we weren’t talking about any of this right now?”
“Sorry.” Trent frowned, then captured my lips in a sweet kiss. “We could always practice making a baby again.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
I shoved him onto his back and swung my leg over his waist, then laughed. “Sun’s almost up, which means we’re going to have to get out of this bed.” I sat up straight and shrugged. “Sorry.”
“I could always lock you in here with me.”
Before I could react, he had me pinned beneath him. I let out a shocked gasp and smacked his bicep. He silenced any protests I might have made with a hard, deep kiss that had a fresh wave of longing pooling in my belly. I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him to me, and hooked my leg around his. Heat spread through my body, and I moaned softly against his mouth.
“You’re making it really hard not to do exactly that,” he mumbled, moving his lips down my throat.
My pulse skyrocketed, and I tilted my head. My heart hammered in my chest as I waited to see what he’d do next. We’d made a human bucket list of things I wanted to do while I was still human, and Trent biting me for pure pleasure was on that list. He hadn’t done it yet. Would he now?
A loud knock sounded on the door, and Trent dropped his head to my shoulder, groaning.
“I know you two are awake. I can hear you in there,” Whitney said. “How’s Chloe? It’s time to check in with Beth.”
“I’m fine, Whitney. Feeling great, actually,” I called.
“Good. Then get up and call your aunt. She wants to talk to you.” Whitney paused. “I’m not leaving until I see your smiling face.”
“She really needs to get her own house,” Trent muttered as he pushed off me and stood. He held his hand out to me, and when I took it, he pulled me to my feet. “Go call your aunt.” He kissed the tip of my nose.
I searched through my bag—Abby had brought it inside with her the other night—and retrieved a pair of leggings. I slid them on under Trent’s shirt, which hung to my knees, then ran my brush through my hair. A moment later, I opened the door to find Whitney standing in the hall, exactly like she said she would be.
“Morning.” She smirked, then held out her cell phone.
I took Whitney’s phone. Mine was dead and buried at the bottom of my bag. I
