Chapter Seven
Harley
Calista goes down for her nap and I’m rocking Dion when Rome opens the door to our apartment. I press my finger to my lips, and he slows his movements. Not that Dion can’t sleep through a lot, we live above a restaurant in downtown Lake Starlight. It’s not a metropolitan, but it’s not as quiet as being on acres of land outside of town either.
“What’s with the down face?” I whisper.
He leans forward and kisses me. “My tux didn’t fit.”
I purse my lips together. I’ve noticed Rome’s new stomach a little, but he’s been trying new dishes and when I was pregnant, I craved all the junk food, so it hasn’t been easy for the man.
“We’re not even married yet and I’m getting a gut.”
“We’re practically married. You have two kids, had to see me through one of the pregnancies.
