Chapter 53: Chapter 53

"I'm a little nervous," I admit.

"Oh, it's totally normal," Caroline says. "The first one is the hardest. After that you'll be popping babies like nobody's business."

I laugh because I don’t think I could ever not get nervous about having a baby, but then I smiled at the thought of having more kids with Evans. I look up at him. He has Dell on his lap as she eats a cookie.

"Don't listen to her,”Grace says. "I felt exactly the same with the second...and I'm pretty sure I'll feel that way with the third one too," she says, placing her hand on her flat stomach.

Caroline's mouth opens in surprise. "Oh my god, you're pregnant?!"

Grace nods.Caroline hugs her Grace smiles. "You and Mark need to hurry up and catch up."

Caroline laughs. "Oh no, I'm waiting until this little one"— she looks at Kyle—"is at least two years old."

The sound of a baby crying makes Grace turn around. "That's mine," she says as she hurries her way up the stairs.

The front door opens and Henrik walks in, holding a bottle of wine. "The person you've all been waiting for is here!" He laughs and then joins Murphy and Evans

"He's sort of beautiful," I say without thinking

Caroline laughs. "Don't let Evans hear you say that!"

Evans looks up at the sound of his name and I look away, feeling embarrassed. "I didn't mean it that way."

Caroline smiles. "I know! And I know what you mean. Henrik has a face prettier than most of us here. I guess that's why he's the model." She looks at me. "By the way, you know you were in a magazine last week?"

I frown. "Yeah, I saw that," I say slowly, remembering the day I saw it. It was a picture of Evans and I walking out of the restaurant the day Henrik got here. I was relieved when it didn't say anything about being a surrogate. I’m glad that they didn't know, but the thought of my picture being in a magazine is still not comforting.

"You didn't make the front cover," Caroline says.

"I know..." I say, feeling a little confused.

She smiles. "That's a good thing. It means they're not as interested in you."

I brighten as I realize what she’s saying. She's right. I never thought I would be so happy with people not being interested in me. "That is a good thing." I reach for a cookie, suddenly in a really good mood.

Grace comes back with her one year old in her arms and we continue to talk until it's time for dinner.

Henrik begins to talk about his stay in Paris, while Murphy cuts him off every now and then to make a joke, which makes Henrik say something back to him. I had never laughed so much in my life.

"Did no one invite mom?"Henrik asks as we're having dessert. He looks around as if he just realized that she's not here.

"We did." Murphy shrugs. "She said she was going to go to some friend's house."

Evans turns to look at me with a smile. I look up from the cake and smile back at him.

“Evans," Henrik calls.

Evans looks up. "What?" he asks as he places his hand on my belly. I feel him press his palm against it. He does it so naturally. Since no one is looking, it is like a little intimate moment.

"Is your club open tonight?"

"Believe it or not, it is actually a very busy night." His hand lingers on my stomach. I like the warmth.

"Oh, I believe it," Henrik says. "I'm going right now." He grins.

"He's excited because he just turned twenty-one," Murphy announces, rolling his eyes.

Henrk glares at him. "You just had to, didn't you?"

Evans chuckles as his hand drops to my lap. He places it on my thigh and begins to move it slowly. I don't think he realizes what he is doing to me, because he just goes back to the conversation. I can't concentrate on anything.

"So, any chance you can give me a VIP card or something? You know, so I don't pay for drinks?" Henrik asks Evans

"Uh, no." Evans takes a sip of his drink. "The only one who gets free drinks is me, everybody else has to pay."

Everybody laughs while Henrik glares at Evans.

Grace begins to clear the dishes and I stand up, letting Evan’s hand drop so he rests it on top of the chair. My thigh suddenly feels cold. "Let me help you," I say as I pick up my dish. I help Grace and Caroline clean up, and then we join the guys in the living room.

It’s around midnight when Evans and I leave. I’m exhausted. The cold air feels good when we walk out.

As Evans drives, his hand is on my thigh again.

I smile. "Do you really not know what you do to me when you do that, or you do know, and you do it on purpose?" I ask.

"Do what?" he asks, looking confused.

"This," I say, placing my hand on top of his. "It does things to me."

He grins. "Oh? I didn't realize it."

I roll my eyes at him, but don't say anything. We get to the condo and he opens the door for me and offers me his hand. I take it and get out of the car.

"So, what kind of things does it do to you?" he asks as we walk into the building. His hand goes around my waist.

I smile. "I don't know, things."

He turns to look at me as we wait for the elevator. "So, it's a weak spot?"

I shake my head with a smile. "I shouldn't have said anything."

He chuckles as the elevator dings and the doors open. We walk in and Evans stands in front of me. The lights in the elevator are really bright and I find myself being unable to look away from his stare. He smirks as he takes a step closer to me, closing the gap between us. I close my eyes when I feel his lips on mine. His hand tightens around my waist as he deepens the kiss. He sucks on my lower lip before pulling away when we hear the elevator beep. He smiles as he grabs my hand and pulls me out.

When we get to the condo, I change into my pajamas, which are just an oversized shirt with shorts. I brush my teeth and get underneath the covers. Evans  lays next to me and shuts the light off.

"So, this weak spot..." he whispers in the darkness.

I close my eyes when I feel his hand on my thigh. “Evans..." I whisper. I’m seven months pregnant. Why am I thinking about sex? Why am I so turned on all of a sudden?

I feel Evans  shuffle underneath the covers. He lays on top of me, putting his weight on his arms which rest on the bed on either side of me. He leans down and begins to kiss my neck and I pull my head back to give him more access.

"Let me make love to you," Evans whispers against my lips.

I can't speak so I just nod, desperately. I want him. Now. I feel his hands at the top of my shorts, and he pulls them down, along with my panties. Then I feel him pull his shorts down and he is lowering himself on top of me. A moan escapes from my throat when I feel him. He goes in slowly, as if he were scared to hurt me, which wasn't possible.

"Are you okay?" he whispers as he moves.

I nodded. "Faster," I whisper.

"I love you, Ciara" he whispers over as he moves faster, making me his one more time.