Free Loving Lawson by R.J. Lewis

chuckling.
                  I scowled at him over my shoulder. “I’ll have you know I’m getting a bump!”
                  “On the head maybe?”
                  I gasped and he laughed. “No, I swear I am. I was feeling it in bed earlier.”
                  “You were feeling yourself earlier? That’s pretty explicit info, Allie. If you’re so comfortable telling me that, maybe invite me in next time?”
                  I laughed, not realizing for a moment how flirtatious that really was. “That’s not what I meant!”
                  “Oh, right. You were feeling a non-existent bump. Now I would rather the explicit stuff.”
                  “It’s there. I’m not delusional.”
                  He raised a brow and looked down at my stomach. I was wearing another one of Ryker’s large shirts and probably looked like I was swimming in it.
                  “I don’t see shit,” he said.
                  “Well, it’s kind of hard to when I have this huge thing on.”
                  He smiled, those dimples like little craters in his face. I couldn’t handle looking at him when he smiled. It made me flush. So I kept my eyes drawn to the ground and playfully put a hand to my lower belly. “I swear, Heath, I’m getting a bump. It’s really hard and solid.”
                  When I felt his presence nearing me, I went to step back but realized I was already against the counter.
                  “Show me,” he said with interest.
                  Show him? Bloody hell. Why did that feel weird to do? It technically wasn’t, though. I mean, I’d seen pregnant women showing people their bumps all the time. In fact, some people took it upon themselves to touch them without even asking for permission.
                  This was nothing, I told myself. Absolutely nothing .
                  Still unable to look up at his tall frame, I lifted my shirt up and showed him my lower stomach. I had to pull down my pyjama bottoms a tad. I waited for him to react. To say something. But he was quiet, and it made me suddenly conscious.
                  “See it?” I asked, trying to sound playful.
                  “No,” he answered, disappointed. “I really think that bump is on your head, Al.”
                  Al.
                  Ugh. I wanted to set that nickname on fire.
                  Annoyed, I grabbed his hand – surprised for a second by how ridiculously hot it was – and placed it on my lower stomach. I hadn’t realized what I’d done until his palm was flat against my skin. If I thought the silence before was heavy, I had another thing coming. This one dragged on for an excruciating time. I finally willed myself to peek up at him and met his intense gaze. Now that we were locking eyes, I couldn’t just look away. I felt drawn to him.
                  “Feel it?” I asked a little breathlessly, but I could hardly hear the sound of my voice when my heartbeats had suddenly spiked and were pounding in my ears.
                  His eyes travelled about my face, making every inch of it burn as hot as his skin, before he nodded once. “Yeah, wow. I do actually.” His hand roamed the lower part of my belly, cupping the tiny bump that seemed to have emerged overnight, giving me tingles I shouldn’t be feeling in places too taboo to admit. “That’s insane, Allie.”
                  “I know.”
                  “Can you feel him yet?”
                  Him. I laughed lightly. “You think it’s a boy?”
                  He smirked at me. “The Lawson’s are known for having tons of boys. I’ve got twenty male cousins you know.”
                  “Hmm, I wouldn’t mind