Love, Laughter, and Happily Ever Afters Collection (58 page)

“I think he smells nice,” Maddie heard herself saying before she thought the better of it, but thankfully Naomi didn’t seem to think it was a strange thing to say.

“Oh, me too,” she agreed. “And he’s been much friendlier lately. I think we’re finally turning the awkwardness corner.”

Maddie nodded and hummed in agreement, not wanting to think about the awkwardness that might emerge between her and Naomi once the truth about her and Jamison came out. Surely Naomi wouldn’t care that lips that had touched her lips were now touching Maddie’s lips, or that Maddie had fudged the truth a little in an effort to make sure Naomi remained the focus of her special day. Naomi was understanding when it came to the right to keep private things private, and hopefully she’d see how good Maddie and Jamison were together and simply be glad two people she cared about had found happiness.

Maddie followed Naomi back out onto the porch—exerting an impressive amount of willpower to keep from glancing over at Jamison—and in a few minutes they had succeeded in coaxing their mother into turning up the heat on the roast. A half hour later, dinner was served. The older set claimed the table for eight in the Whitehouses’ dining room, while the twenty-somethings crowded around the stools at the island, and the thirty and forty-somethings took their plates out to the patio set on the back porch.

Maddie found herself wedged between her cousin Albert, who had started his family early and had two teenaged daughters at the ripe old age of thirty-seven, and her cousin Deidre, who at thirty-eight was preparing to send her sole offspring, Evelyn, off to college in the fall.

Maddie did her best to make small talk, but she didn’t have much in common with her cousins and hearing them talk about reaching the end of their child-rearing years while she had yet to embark on hers had her feeling a little maudlin by the end of the meal. Come her birthday in a few days, they would all be in their thirties, but she was at such a different stage of life. It was a good stage—Maddie loved her tiny apartment and the freedom to take off with Jamison on an adventure whenever she wanted—but she couldn’t help but feel like the window of opportunity was closing.

By the time she and Jamison said their goodbyes and headed out to his car, she was feeling low, though she couldn’t really pin down the reason for it. After all, she was closer to moving forward with happily ever after than she had been in a long time—she and Jamison were falling in love and she sensed they were headed for some kind of commitment—but for some reason she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was wasting time when she should be seriously thinking about the future.

“What do you mean?” Jamison asked when she confessed how she was feeling on the ride home. “You think you and I are a waste of time?”

“No, no,” Maddie hurried to assure him. “I just, I don’t know…”

“Yes, you do.” Jamison braked at a red light and glanced over at her, a no-nonsense look in his eye. “Tell me what’s bothering you. I want us to be honest with each other, Maddie.”

“I am being honest,” she said, realizing the words were a lie as soon as she spoke them aloud. She did know what was bothering her; she was just too chicken to say it aloud. If she did, and Jamison said he never wanted to have kids that would be it for their relationship.

But she had decided not to let fear rule her, and so she forced herself to say what she was thinking. “The christening and being around my cousins who are only a little older than I am, but already have grown kids… It got me to thinking.”

“About?” Jamison asked, his eyes returning to the road as they moved out of her parents’ subdivision.

“About what I want for the future,” Maddie said, the fact that Jamison’s focus was elsewhere making it easier to get the words out. “I’m having so much fun with you, and I care about you, but…I want to have kids someday. And probably someday not too far from this day, if you get what I’m saying.”

Jamison nodded, but didn’t say a word as he took the turn that would eventually deposit them near downtown Summerville.

“I mean, I’m going to be thirty in a few days,” she pushed on, the fact that he’d declined to respond making her nervous. “I’m already past my peak fertility and don’t say I’m not because I know I am. People may be having babies later these days, but that doesn’t mean it’s always easy for them, and after the trouble Naomi had I don’t know how hard it will be for me to get pregnant or stay pregnant.”

Jamison nodded again, but still didn’t respond, sending Maddie’s anxiety level ratcheting up another notch.

“I mean, I don’t know for sure that fertility problems run in our family, but they could,” she babbled on. “And I don’t have the funds to adopt a baby the way Naomi has. I mean, I know she’d loan me the money or just give me the money if I asked her for it, but I don’t want her money. And I really do want to at least try to have a baby of my own. Because I’ve been wanting to have a baby since I was twenty-four and that biological clock thing is pretty intense. And if you don’t say something soon I’m going to assume that you never want children, or maybe just never want to imagine having children with me and I’m going to jump out of the car at the next intersection and walk the rest of the way home.”

“Why don’t you stay in the car,” Jamison said, lips twitching. “We’re only two blocks from the bakery and then I’ll be able to park and give this question the attention it deserves. I’d rather look at you than the road while I’m talking about something like this, if that’s okay.”

“Oh, oh okay,” Maddie stammered, twining her purse strap around and around one finger as Jamison pulled down the road, every second that passed making her more uneasy.

Why would he want to look at her while they talked unless he was going to be giving her bad news? Maybe she’d been wrong about how serious things were getting between them. Maybe she’d misjudged the way he’d looked at her at the christening, with that light in his eyes that said he was thinking about what it might be like to have a baby together, too.

By the time Jamison finally pulled to a stop in front of Icing, Maddie’s jaw was clenched and the back of her tongue cramping with anxiety.

“Just lay it on me,” she said, turning to him as soon as he cut off the engine. “I can’t stand the suspense.”

“Okay.” Jamison took a deep breath as he shifted in his seat. “Well I figure it will be at least a month before we can start trying.”

Maddie caught her breath in surprise before she realized what he was doing and frowned. “I’m serious, Jamison. I know it’s early to be talking about something like this, but I need to know whether you want to have kids someday, with whoever you end up with. It doesn’t have to be with me in particular, but—”

“Tough,” he said, breaking in. “Because I don’t want to have kids with anyone but you. And I wasn’t joking. If you’re ready to start trying, I say we do it. But you have to be off the pill for at least a month before you can get pregnant, isn’t that right?”

Maddie’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened, then closed again, but she couldn’t for the life of her think of what to say. Jamison couldn’t be for real…could he?

“You’re serious?” she asked after a moment of silence, her voice hoarse with disbelief.

He nodded.

“This is a child, Jamison,” she said, doing her best to get through to him. “It’s not a casual commitment. It’s forever, whether you and I decide we’re sick of each other or not.”

Jamison smiled as if she were the one being ridiculous. “I know, Maddie. I’m in love with you, you goofball. Don’t you get that by now?”

Maddie started to protest, but stopped herself. She did know that. She’d known it for a while now, felt it every time he kissed her, sensed it floating in the air around them, making even the most ordinary moments feel magical.

“And I’m not getting any younger, either,” Jamison continued, holding her gaze with an intensity that made it clear he wasn’t joking. “I’m not saying we really have to jump into anything right now, but…yeah, I want to get married, have kids, and a family and I want to do that with you. Because I love you, Maddie.”

“You do?” she asked, because she wanted to hear it again.

“I do,” he confirmed. “I love you so much it hurts.”

Maddie pressed her lips together, fighting tears for what felt like the tenth time that day. “But not in the bad way, right?”

Jamison reached out to take her hand. “In the best way. In the way that makes me know I’m finally doing the love thing right, and I don’t ever want to stop.”

“You promise?” she said, swallowing past the lump in her throat. “You’re not going to fall in love with a sexy lifeguard named Craig and leave me?”

Jamison smiled as he gave her fingers a squeeze. “I’m not a cheater, Maddie. I’ve never cheated on any woman I was serious with and I was never as serious about any of them as I am about you.” He paused to roll his eyes. “Besides, it should be pretty obvious by now that I’m batting for your team. All the way. Not even a little bit interested in anyone else’s love-rod.”

Maddie snorted. “Love-rod. I can’t believe I ever said that out loud.”

He smiled. “I can. You say some funny stuff. It’s one of the things I like about you.”

Maddie pulled in a deep breath, but it didn’t ease the tightness in her chest. She had a feeling there was only one thing that could, a few words that no longer felt quite as scary.

“Well, then…I guess I love you, too,” she said, the tension within her beginning to ebb away.

“You guess?” he asked in a teasing voice, making Maddie grin.

“I know,” she amended. “I know I love you and your love-rod and I’m glad we’ve decided to think about making babies together in the not too distant future, but also not too near future, either, because I’m having a lot of fun having kinky sex adventures with you and that will be more difficult to manage with a baby.”

“Ditto,” he said, laughing. “Now can we go upstairs? I’ve been fantasizing about tying you to your headboard with this tie all night.”

Maddie’s eyes widened. “I was thinking the same thing!”

“Great minds,” Jamison said in his sexiest voice, leaning over to kiss her before whispering against her lips, “Now let’s get upstairs and get naked.”

Minutes later, they were. And it was kinky and sexy and fun, but it was also special, sacred, and a night Maddie knew she would never forget.

CHAPTER TWELVE

THE ONLY THING more stressful than going into a jewelry store to buy an engagement ring for a woman you’re secretly dating is running into the woman’s brother while you’re bent over the display case.

As soon as Mick Whitehouse swung through the door of Leonard’s, Jamison did his best to slink past him without being spotted, but it was no use. The store was small and he and Mick were easily the tallest people in it by a good six inches. It was apparently “little old ladies come into town to get their rings cleaned” day and half the tiny, blue-haired women in Summerville were milling around the cases while waiting for their jewelry to be returned, making Jamison and Mick stand out like bulls in a china shop.

“Mick, what’s up?” Jamison said when their eyes connected, trying not to look as exposed as he felt. He joined Mick near the entrance, where the midday sun beat through the glass doors forming a rectangle of heat on the thick carpet. Thank god he hadn’t asked the man behind the counter to take anything out of the case yet, or else he’d really be screwed.

“Um nothing,” Mick said, looking a little off-kilter himself. “I was coming to look for something for…Maddie. For her birthday. It’s tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jamison said then hurried to add. “She said something about it when I was over getting croissants for the station earlier. Your sisters make the best chocolate croissants.”

Mick nodded. “The plain ones are good, too. They’ve got this lemon and sugar crust on the bottom that’s pretty amazing.”

Jamison nodded. “I’ll have to try those.” He ran a hand through his hair, struggling to think up a good reason for him to be nosing around a jewelry store. “I was just looking for something for my aunt,” he finally said, unable to pull up another female family member on the spur of the moment.

Mick frowned. “The one with the shotgun collection?”

“I figured I’d go in a different direction for her this year.” Jamison silently cursed himself for forgetting how well the Whitehouses knew his family. “It feels like time to try something more traditional.”

“Or you could get her a shotgun charm,” Mick said, still lingering near the door, making no move to step further into the shop. “I got Faith a firefighter’s hat charm while we were in New Orleans. She really likes it, even though she doesn’t usually wear jewelry. I bet you could find something like that online.”

Jamison let his brows draw together as if he was seriously considering the suggestion. “That could work. Thanks, man. I’ll check that out.” Jamison was preparing to say his goodbyes and flee the store until it was safe to come back and shop without being observed when the dark-haired man with the tiny moustache behind the counter called Mick’s name.

“Mr. Whitehouse, the ring has been sized and is ready to go,” the man said, smiling brightly as he lifted an arm in welcome. “Just let me grab it from the back.”

Mick nodded, shooting Jamison a panicked look out of the corner of his eye. “Great. That’s great.” He turned to Jamison as he began edging further into the store. “Guess I’d better go get that.”

Jamison fought the urge to smile. “Sure thing. I’ll see you around.” He reached for the door. “Hope Maddie likes her present.”

“Um, yeah, me too. Later,” Mick said, looking relieved that Jamison wouldn’t be sticking around to overhear anything more about the ring he was allegedly picking up “for Maddie.”

Maddie, my ass,
Jamison thought as he stepped outside and wandered across the pedestrian walkway that made this part of Main Street one of the busiest shopping centers in town. He knew who that ring was for, and it certainly wasn’t Mick’s sister. As Jamison eased into the shade beneath the ice cream shop’s pink and green awning to wait for Mick to exit Leonard’s, he wondered if Mick was planning to ask Faith to marry him tonight.