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“It’s a bit bigger than the beach house, babe,” Felicity laughs. “Plus, didn’t you just spend that entire summer having sex and little else?”

She throws her hand to her chest in mock hurt. “We didnot.” Twisting her lips to the side, she reconsiders her response. “Okay, maybe, but the beach house was complete by the end.” She pauses. “I just hope everything is finalized in time so we can at least move in before Aster arrives.”

“God, I love that name,” I say. It’s beautiful and totally appropriate for star gazing Luna.

Names are one thing that Jensen and I have agreed on. Well, I say agree, we haven’t actually picked them out yet, but the agreement is I get to decide the girl’s and Jensen the boy’s. I’m struggling to narrow mine down from ten possible options, but I’m pretty sure he’s got his. He won’t tell me, though.Bastard.

Felicity clears her throat. “Are you nervous about later?”

I assume she’s referring to the fact that later on, Jensen plans to go public about our relationship. With my baby bump and the various pictures posted of us online, the rumor mill has gotten so intense that his agent and the Scorpions media team are fielding calls from all over America, and the speculation is becoming comical to deny.

“A little,” I admit. “I’m a private person.”

“They’re just a pack of wolves.” Luna bites out, and I know she’s recalling the way they hounded her and Zach last year.

“I guess I’ll lock myself away in the apartment and at work until the storm dies down,” I shrug. “I can’t control what they choose to say.”

“Healthiest way to deal with it,” Felicity agrees.

Butterflies swarm my stomach as the boys retake the ice under the flashing lights and blaring music, and Jensen skates over to take his position.

Tapping the goalposts with his stick a couple of times as he always does, he tips his head over his shoulder and looks up. I know he’s looking for me, just like I’ve been watching him this entire time.

At this point, I don’t think there’s anything I wouldn’t do for this man. On my knees or otherwise.

I hadthe option of being present in the media room when Jensen had his post-match interview. The Scorpions media team knows he plans to confirm our relationship status when the question inevitably arises.

But I declined, and straight after the game, Felicity dropped me off at the apartment, where I’ve been sitting on the couch watching the post-game analysis and waiting for the interview to start. I wanted to be alone for this and not make a big deal out of it, but right now, I’m regretting not having my girls with me.

Twisting my hands around in my lap, I decide to busy myself with my latest calligraphy project when my phone vibrates on the arm of the couch.

JJ

Listen for the door, Princess.

I frown at the message in confusion.

Me

What do you mean?

Just listen. I’ve asked security to let her pass.

Who?

Hollie, my sister. She showed up after the game today and then caught up with me outside the locker room. She’s heading over now. Ideally I’d like to have been there when you met, but something tells me you’ll hit it off and I’ll just get in the way.

Panic races through me.

I’m sitting here in your sweatpants, t-shirt, and no bra!

JJ: Fucking hell. Don’t tell me things like that. I’ll have a boner for this interview.

I snort a laugh just as there’s a knock at the door.

She’s here. I’m nervous.

Don’t be. She’s just like me. But female.