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The Edge of Always (The Edge of Never #2)

By:J.A. Redmerski

Really? Heels?

"You're going to squeeze her little head in those jeans," I say.

"No, I'm not going to squeeze her or his head," she counters as she grabs her purse from the couch and shoulders it. "You're so sure of yourself, but we'll see." She takes my hand and I walk her out the door, flipping the lock on the knob before I close it hard behind us.

"I know it's a girl," I say confidently.

"Care to wager?" She looks over at me and grins.




We step out into the mild November air, and I open the car door for her, gesturing inside with my palm up. "What kind of bet?" I ask. "You know I'm all for betting."

Camryn slides onto the seat, and I jog around to my side and get in. Resting my wrists on the top of the steering wheel, I look over at her and wait.

She smiles and chews gently on the inside of her bottom lip in thought for a moment. Her long blonde hair tumbles down over both shoulders, and her blue eyes shine with excitement.

"You're the one who seems so sure," she finally says. "So, you name the bet and I'll either agree to it or I won't." She stops abruptly and points her finger sternly at me. "But nothing sexual. I think you pretty much have that area covered. Think of something … " she whirls her hand around in front of her " … I don't know … daring or meaningful."

Hmmm. I'm officially stumped. I slide the key in the ignition, but pause before turning it.

"OK, if it's a girl, then I get to name her," I say with a soft, proud smile.

Her eyebrows twitch a little and she turns her chin at an angle. "I don't like that bet. That's something both of us should take part in, don't you think?"

"Well, yeah, but don't you trust me?"

She hesitates. "Yes … I trust you, but-"

"-but not with a baby name." I raise an eyebrow interrogatively at her, but really I'm just messing with her head.

She can't look me in the eyes anymore, and she appears uncomfortable.

"Well?" I urge her.

Camryn crosses her arms and says, "What name did you have in mind, exactly?"

"What makes you think I already have one picked out?" I turn the key and the Chevelle purrs to life.

She smirks at me, cocking her head to one side. "Oh, please. You obviously have one picked out already, or you wouldn't be so sure it's a girl and making bets with me when we have an ultrasound to get to."

I look away, grinning, and put the car into reverse.

"Lily," I say and just barely catch Camryn's eye as we back out of the parking space. "Lily Marybeth Parrish."

A little smile tugs the corners of her lips.

"I actually like that," she says, and her smile gets bigger and bigger. "I admit, I was slightly worried-why Lily?"

"No reason. I just like it."

She doesn't seem convinced. She playfully narrows her eyes at me.

"I'm serious!" I say, laughing gently. "I've been going over names in my head since the day after you told me."

Camryn's smile warms, and if I wasn't such a guy, I'd cave to the moment and allow myself to blush like an idiot.

"You've been thinking of names all this time?" She seems happily surprised.

OK, so I blush anyway.

"Yeah," I admit. "Haven't thought of a good boy name yet, but we've got several months to think about it."

Camryn is just looking at me, beaming. I don't know what's going on inside her head, but I realize my face is getting redder the longer she stares at me like that.

"What?" I ask and let out a laugh.

She leans across the seat and raises her hand to my face, her fingertips pulling my chin to the side. And then she kisses me.

"God, I love you," she whispers.

It takes a second to realize I'm grinning so big my face feels stretched out. "I love you, too. Now get your seat belt on." I point to it.

She slides back over onto her side and clicks the seat belt buckle into place.

As we ride toward the doctor's office we both keep glancing at the clock in the dashboard. Eight more minutes. Five. Three. I think it hits her as hard as it does me when we pull into the building's parking lot. In no time at all we may meet our son or daughter for the very first time.

Yeah, a few months ago, I didn't think I'd be alive …

* * *

"The wait is killing me," Camryn leans over and whispers to me.

This is so strange. Sitting in this doctor's waiting room with pregnant chicks on all sides of us. I'm kind of scared to make eye contact. Some of them look pissed. All of the magazines for guys seem to have a man on the cover in boat holding up a fish with his thumb in its mouth. I pretend to read an article.

"We've only been sitting here for about ten minutes," I whisper back and run the palm of my hand across her thigh, letting the magazine rest on my lap.

"I know, I'm just nervous."

As I take her hand, a nurse in pink scrubs steps out from a side door and calls Camryn's name, and we follow her back.

I sit against the wall while Camryn undresses and then puts on one of those hospital gowns. I tease her about her butt being on display and she pretends to be offended, but the blush gives her away. And we sit here and wait. And wait some more until another nurse comes in and has our full attention. She washes her hands in the nearby sink.

"Did you drink enough water an hour before your appointment?" the nurse asks after the hellos.

"Yes ma'am," Camryn says.

I can tell she's afraid something might be wrong with the baby and the ultrasound will show it. I've tried to tell her that everything will be fine, but it doesn't keep her from worrying.

She looks across the room at me, and I can't help but get up and move over to her side. The nurse asks a series of questions and snaps on a pair of latex gloves. I help answer the questions that I can, because Camryn seems increasingly more worried every second that goes by and she doesn't talk much. I squeeze her hand, trying to ease her mind.

After the nurse squirts that gel stuff on her belly, Camryn tak

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