I let my head fall back against the pillow in frustration. Nate looks at me from my small desk, head cocked to the side.

"I can't reach my toes."

"Why do you need to reach your toes?"

"Because I want to paint them!"

"Give me the bottles. I'll paint them for you."

I hand them over to him, fully expecting to have Lili come over again and fix them later. I can't see his head over my stomach or my knees, but I feel his fingers brush against my toes as he gets ready to paint.

"What color first?"

"Silver. Then the pink, but only a thin layer. Finally, the clear one, but only after everything is dry."

"Got it."

I hear the squeak as he unscrews the bottle. To this day, I have no idea why the bottles decide to do that on me. Just a loud squealing noise. No rhyme or reason.

"I just want to apologize, again, for my earlier behavior."

"What do you mean?"

"I should have asked your permission before I kissed you."

Oh. My. Gosh. A true gentleman.

"If I didn't like it, I would have kneed you in a very special spot you don't want to take a knee in."

His head pops up from my nails, a smug look on his face.

"So you liked the kiss?"

"I'm just saying I wouldn't mind if that happened a little more often, that's all."

He ducks his head back to my toes, laying the silver polish bottle on my bed. Sealed.

"I'll take that into consideration."

I bite my lip so I don't smile like a fool. His warm breath hits my toes as he seals the pink bottle.

Just by how fast he is completing the task, I brace myself for the disaster to come. He probably put on the crackle coat too heavy and you can't see the pink underneath. That's just what I need.

A knock comes from the other side of the door.

"Are you fully clothed in there?"

"No. Give me a minute to put my thong back on."

I cover my face with my hands, unable to control my laughter at Nate's comment.

"Yes! We are fully clothed."

The door opens and my father walks in.

"I wouldn't put it past Nate here to wear a thong."

"Dad!"

They both laugh and I inwardly cringe.

"You came in here for some reason that clearly wasn't talking about Nate's thong collection. What do you want?"

"Harrison's lawyer wants to meet with us tomorrow afternoon. Do you have anything going on?"

My stomach twists at his name, sucking away all the happiness.

"No. When is the meeting?"

"Two o'clock. He said he has to discuss something with us."

"Okay."

"Behave in here. No more thongs."

I cringe, yet again, at the word 'thong' slipping out of my 37 year old father's lips. He closes the bedroom door and Nate sets the clear coat on the bed.

"Done."

"Can you take a picture and show me?"

"Anything for you."

The sound of his camera going off fills the room and he climbs up onto the bed next to me. I look at the screen, trying to ignore the fact that my feet are fatter than normal thanks to the pregnancy.

"Wow! You did a great job!"

I'm not lying either. From the photo, I can see that not a drip of polish is on my skin and the pink turned out perfectly.

"Thank you."

I don't bother resisting his kissable lips. I pull them to my own for a brief second, surprising him. He blushes, but only a little. Not very noticeable.

"If I got that kind of thanks from you every time I did something, I would never leave your side."

"It was just a peck on the lips."

"But from a girl as gorgeous and kind as you, it doesn't feel like 'just a peck on the lips'. It feels like a thousand fireworks replaced my nerves."

I roll my eyes at the line that could appear in some cheesy romance novel.

I also physically inform him that I feel the same way with another, longer, kiss.