My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 221

Evelyn

I hadn't told Jacob about the incident at the mall. As days turned into weeks, I started convincing myself it had been a hallucination—just my paranoia playing tricks on me. I'd been on edge ever since Tyler's release, after all. Maybe it was just fear messing with my head.

Days blurred into months. Three, to be exact. And now, my baby bump was unmistakable. My body had softened, my feet were slightly swollen, and I'd gained the kind of weight that made me look exactly like a pregnant woman should. Loose, comfy clothes became my everyday style, but I didn't mind the changes.

In fact, I loved them.

I found myself smiling in the mirror, running my hands over the curve of my belly, fascinated that I was growing a little life inside me. Jacob loved it even more. He couldn't stop staring at me—his eyes filled with awe and something deeper every time he saw my bump. He massaged my feet when they ached, tied my hair when I was too tired, and kissed me like I was the most precious thing in his world.

We'd been happy before. Blissfully so. But now? Now, we were living in a version of heaven I never thought possible. Everything felt perfect—too perfect—but it was real.

"Still no name, Evelyn," Jacob whined as he lifted me onto the kitchen countertop, pressing his ear to my belly like he expected the baby to whisper secrets. Lately, he'd been obsessed with feeling the kicks, and every time she moved, his face lit up like it was the first time. I could watch that reaction forever.

"We can decide later, silly," I said, ruffling his hair.

The kitchen door creaked open.

"Would you stop fucking hovering over my daughter for five seconds?" Dad groaned, walking past us to grab a glass from the shelf. He'd been staying with us for a couple of weeks with Clara, and today was their last day before their evening flight.

Jacob straightened, his lips twitching with amusement. "I can hover all I want. She's my wife."

"Not yet," Dad snapped, filling his glass with water and shooting Jacob a glare sharp enough to cut through steel. "And if I wanted to, I could blackmail her into leaving your sorry ass."

Jacob threw his head back and laughed. "Too late, Samuel." He planted his hands on the counter on either side of me and leaned in. His voice dropped to a smug whisper. "I've already charmed her. She's never leaving me."

He sealed his words with a flurry of kisses all over my face.

to push him away but failing

one

from across the room. "God

too busy smiling

as Jacob smothered me with kisses. She stopped, hands on her hips, and chuckled. "You two never get bored

brushing his nose against my cheek. "I don't know about your daughter, Clara, but me? Hell,

as she grabbed the fruit basket and started slicing apples. Of course, for me. The

Ninety?" He popped a chip into his mouth, eyes twinkling with mischief. "The average Italian lives to be, what, eighty-two? So yeah,

my jaw dropping. "That's

The average American lives to be seventy-eight." He shot Dad a wicked grin. "So statistically speaking, you'll be rotting away long before me. Plus, with your sins?

smirk disappeared. "You piece

both just stop?" Clara groaned, slamming the knife down and giving them both a glare. "Every time there's peace, you two tum it

and pulling him closer. "Forget what Dad said, okay? You're not

curled into a smile as his hands settled on my hips. "Even if

"Oh yeah?" I grinned.

murmur. "And we'll fuck just like now. Make

me, and I swatted his

fruit beside me and shook her head. "You

Dad muttered, tossing his chips aside.

of them left the kitchen, muttering about

of my nose, then my temple. "Are we cringe?" I asked, smiling against his

his head. "Nah. He's just a boring old

my forehead

of his touch grounded me, the