I let out a giggle. Scott reached over and grabbed my hand. I instantly felt that jolt of electricity, and my stomach took a dive.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“I was thinking about when we started dating, and you brought me to the river to have dinner, but then we found ants everywhere.”
Scott shook his head. “Oh my god, that pissed me off so bad. Fuckin’ ants.”
I laughed harder and kissed the back of his hand. I looked over at him and almost couldn’t believe that he was mine, that I was actually going to have his child. The feeling of love just engulfed my whole body, and I had to look away because it felt like I was going to cry.
As Scott turned down the same little road as on our first date, I noticed he sat up a little straighter. I peeked over at him, and he was smiling from ear to ear. I looked out the front window to see what he was smiling at, and I sucked in a breath of air.
“Oh my word. What’s going on?” I asked in almost a whisper.
There was a white tent set up right next to the riverbank with a small black wrought iron table. There were four people walking back and forth from the tent to a trailer that said Bon Vie Chef Services.
Scott parked the truck and jumped out. I watched as he walked up to one of the men in white and shook his hand. For some reason, I was frozen in the truck. Scott turned and walked to the passenger side of the truck. He opened the door and held out his hand for me.
I looked down at him and said, “What’s going on?”
The moment he gave me that panty-melting smile of his, I knew this was his way of making up for our first failed attempt at a picnic here. I couldn’t help but smile back at him as I held my hand out and hopped out of the truck.
“We’re celebrating,” he simply said.
I giggled. “The baby?”
He stopped and turned me toward him. He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. He let out a small laugh. “Among other things.”
Scott grabbed my hand and walked us over toward the table. One of the gentlemen pulled the chair out for me, and I thanked him. He poured me a glass of spring water and then one for Scott.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Reynolds, Ms. Rhodes. We will start off with butternut squash bisque since there is a bit of a chill in the air today. That will be followed by your main course of roasted lemon chicken with sage, thyme, and rosemary along with roasted root vegetables in a walnut dressing. For dessert, Mr. Reynolds has chosen the blueberry crumb cake. Mr. Reynolds, would you like a glass of wine?”
Scott looked up and smiled as he shook his head. “No, thank you. I’ll stick with water.” He looked back at me and smiled.
I knew he wasn’t drinking wine because I couldn’t have a glass.
“Scott, oh my god, this is all way too much!” I said.
“I don’t think it’s enough. We have a lot to celebrate,” he said with a wink as he reached for my hand.
When they brought out the soup, it hit me how hungry I really was. I practically devoured it in two bites. Scott grinned and seemed very pleased by my healthy appetite.
I took my last bite of chicken and leaned back in the chair. “Oh wow. That was probably some of the best food I’ve ever eaten. Scott, I don’t think I could eat dessert. I mean, it sounds so yummy, but I’m stuffed.”
Scott looked up, and one of the servers came over.
“Yes, sir.”
“Would you mind boxing up the dessert? My girl here is full.”
I blushed as Scott looked at me. I wasn’t sure why I’d blushed. Maybe it was the look of pure passion in his eyes. He had been watching me eat the whole time, and he almost seemed nervous. Maybe telling his parents right now about us being pregnant wasn’t such a good idea. I glanced over, and the sun was slowly starting to go down. I was glad I had a long-sleeved shirt on as I started to feel chilly.
Scott stood up and reached for my hand. I smiled as I got up and placed my hand in his.
“Let’s go for a walk,” he whispered.
He leaned down and skimmed his lips against mine. I turned back and looked at the table, feeling guilty.
“Don’t worry, baby. That’s what they get paid to do. Come on, the sun is fixin’ to set soon.”