Briar POV
I pull the jeep into the driveway and Derek comes around to open my door. I take his offered hand, and he pulls me into his arms again, pressing a soft kiss on my forehead. He stands there for a minute just holding me. "I'm going to go take a quick shower and change my clothes. I'll order some food for us. Is there anything you or the baby are in the mood for" he asks, and I smile. Remembering how he got the Indian food I was craving for lunch.
"How about pizza? I could really go for a Hawaiian pizza." He makes a face of disgust and I laugh. "I will get you whatever you want beautiful, but I'll get pepperoni for me and your mom because pineapple does not belong on pizza." "Mom likes Hawaiian pizza too." "That's alright, more pepperoni for me" he says. He quickly pecks my lips
