Ample & Alluring

Chapter 2-3

I was dying to get my sister alone by the time we left Bite Me! I was horrible with men, but I knew Wyatt was flirting with me.

Not that anything would happen, but it was nice to have a guy like him show any kind of interest. He not only wanted to get together in a few days, but he wanted me as his date in February. Valentine’s Day.

It might end my t*****e in a good way instead of a frustrating one like normal.

I waited with my Lexus running while Vicki made out with Hunter. I wondered why they didn’t just move in together, but I figured it had something to do with me. Vicki always worried I’d starve to death if she wasn’t around to feed me.

She was probably right, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.

Maybe she’d find a way to relax if she knew Wyatt and I were going to spend time together.

She finally ran over to the car, nearly falling on the icy parking lot, and rushed to get in. She rubbed her hands together in front of the heater and sighed happily.

“Hunter isn’t coming over tonight?”

She shook her head and pouted. “No. He’s going back to work. Maybe tomorrow night.”

“Good. I think you guys are good together.”

“I do, too. You and Wyatt were pretty cozy.”

I chuckled. “Yeah. I like him. He’s a good guy.”

“He really is. They’re all good guys.”

“I wanted to tell you something.”

“Ooh, I wanted to tell you something, too. I’ve been debating on talking to you for a while, but I know it’s silly to keep it from you.”

Curiosity piqued, I told her to go first.

“I want a baby.”

“Oh, um, okay,” I said, unsure where she was going with that statement.

“Like now. I’ve wanted kids forever, but when Riley had Pauline I… It was different. Like I couldn’t ignore my desire to be a mom for much longer.”

“Is this why you started dating all those guys a few months ago?”

She nodded and chewed her cherry red lip. “Yeah. I thought if I went out with enough guys, I’d find someone who would be a good sperm donor.”

“Sperm donor?” I sputtered.

Vicki laughed. “Crazy, right? I knew I wanted a kid, but I wasn’t too in love with the idea of a husband. I’d been burned too many times. I just wanted a kid, and was kind of looking for a guy who was willing to get me pregnant and walk away.”

“Please tell me Hunter is not the winner of that one,” I groaned, really afraid that my sister had completely lost her mind.

She shook her head. “No. I love Hunter. He made me see why something like that was nuts. But I still want kids.”

“Okay,” I drawled, unsure where the conversation was going.

Vicki parked and turned to me. “Maybe this is too much to ask, but Hunter and I want to start trying to have a baby.”

“You’re not married,” I blurted, as though that were a requirement.

“I know, but we will be one day. I’m getting older. I don’t want to waste any time when I could have kids just because we aren’t married yet. Hunter feels the same.”

“Well, that’s great. I think.”

Vicki laughed. “Thanks. I really wasn’t sure how you would feel. I mean, I know you talk about pregnancy all the time, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay giving me advice.”

“Advice?” I squeaked.

She nodded, her auburn hair sliding over her shoulders. “Yeah. Positions to try. Things I should eat. Stuff to avoid. All the stuff you deal with every day, you know?”

I did know. She wanted free advice. It was fine, because she was my sister, but it was a little weird to be coaching her and Hunter, especially knowing they would be taking some of that advice in the bedroom next to mine.

Talk about crossing the line.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I said, slipping into doctor mode with ease. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, but if you ever ask me to critique your moves, in person, I’ll never speak to you again.”

“Ew! There are certain things you shouldn’t share with your sister.”

I nodded. “Agreed.”

“Yeah, no. Definitely no in person coaching. Just tips.”

“Let’s go inside. I need wine for this.”

Vicki laughed and led the way inside. She poured us each a glass of red wine while I dug in my bag for pamphlets I had. We talked for hours, her asking questions, me giving advice. She told me she had a game-plan, but I told her to keep it to herself.

When we finally said goodnight and went to our rooms, I realized I never told her anything about Wyatt or our project.