Because she was falling fucking hard.

Like, face first in concrete hard for Jensen.

She knew there was no way it would last.

But yet, her lips quirked a bit, and so did his. “Come on. Bigger.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Never,” he said, capturing her mouth as her hands came up to hold his face. His kisses hit her in the gut, and she wanted nothing more than to escape to their bedroom and undress him slowly, before taking him with the need that was bubbling inside of her. It was insane how badly she wanted him. She had always been attracted to him, but being with him in that way… Yeah, nothing could touch that. He was magnificent, and she swore her soul felt him.

All of him.

Pulling away, she met his gaze as a smile pulled at her lips, and he said, “There’s my baby.”

Her grin grew as she leaned her head on his shoulder, exhaling hard because no matter how happy he made her, nothing about being in Colorado was good. Not only did she have to deal with her shitty parents and her dramatic brother, she knew she would see Bradley. That alone had her heart aching in her chest. She really needed to tell Jensen before it happened, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Closing her eyes, she pushed that thought aside before she whispered, “When Wells comes, it will be worse.”

“Then we’ll escape to the bedroom.”

Her hand slid down the inside of his thigh. “Or, we can go now?” He gasped as she moved her hand up the lump in his shorts. “I can take you against the door this time.” When he chuckled sexily, she sat up and grinned back at him. “All of you.”

“Evil woman,” he muttered as she giggled. Then her mother came back into the room.

Unfortunately.

When it was just them, Wren was happiest.

“Well, that was almost a disaster. They ordered yellow instead of blue. Wells wants blue flowers.”

“Oh, darn.”

“Wren.”

Wren exhaled loudly. “Jesus, Mom, hire someone. Please.”

“No, it’s fine,” she said, waving her off, but even Jensen could see this was stressing her out.

“She won’t, Wren. She likes the stress. Gives her something to do,” Winston said, coming into the room and shaking his head. “You know how she is, always needs something to plan and do. She’s never happy with what she has.”

“That’s not true,” Elaine called back to him. “I love you, and I haven’t killed you yet. I love my children, I just like planning stuff.”

Wren looked away, her shoulders falling against her wishes. She didn’t want to have her feelings hurt, but if her mom loved her and cared about her, why hadn’t she even thought to ask Wren how she was? Moms were supposed to be there for their daughters, especially when they were pregnant, but Wren didn’t have that. Elaine Lemiere was always too busy.

“Oh, crap, Wren. Shanna wanted to come by tomorrow. What time is good for you? She said she texted you.”

Wren’s heart dropped. “I changed my number, remember? I haven’t gotten anything.”

Her mother tsked. “Well, I’ll need you to talk with her. She’s doing the decorations for me, and I don’t want any bad blood between you two. I don’t know what happened, but I need you to fix that.”

Not because they’d been friends their whole lives, but because of Wells’s wedding.

Exhaling hard, Wren shook her head. “We’re busy.”

Elaine’s face scrunched up. “Busy? You stayed in bed till one today!”

“’Cause we’re tired. I don’t want to entertain anyone right now. Maybe later.”

“Wren, that’s pathetic.”

“I think it’s pathetic that you don’t care if I’m friends with her, only that I smooth things over so that Wells’s wedding goes off without a hitch!”

Jensen held up his hands. “Whoa, why don’t we change the subject?” he suggested, and Elaine looked up, her brows pulling together as Winston looked over at him too.

“To what? Honey, I have so much to do here, especially when your wife is being her difficult self,” Elaine said, moving her hands over all the books and calendars around her. “Planning a wedding isn’t easy, not that Wren cares about that.”

Wren’s blood was boiling, and her face was burning as she went to tell her mother where she could stuff Wells’s wedding, but before she could get a word out, Jensen was talking. “Neither is having a baby, but we are. We would love some advice, or hell, we can talk about my family since they made sure to ask about you two while we were there. Also, we can’t figure out a name for the kiddo we’re having, and you haven’t asked how Wren’s pregnancy is going. So, I feel there’s a lot we can talk about.”

With each word that left his mouth, Wren’s eyes widened more. He had never spoken to her parents like that, and when she looked back at them, they were both wide-eyed and shocked.

Holy. Fuck.

“I… Well… I guess we can talk about that,” her mother drew out, and gone was Wren’s shock, replaced by pure hurt.

She guessed.

Wow.

“I just didn’t realize—”

But Wren was already moving, sliding out of the breakfast nook as she fought back her tears. Walking past her mom, she called out, “It’s fine, Mom, plan your wedding.”

“Wren,” Jensen called, but she waved him off.

“Wren, honey,” Winston called, but she shook her head. “Wait a minute.”

“No, I guess I fucking need a goddamn moment,” she said, walking away and heading for her room. She fully expected Jensen to follow, but he didn’t.

Instead, she heard him back in the kitchen. Pausing at the door, she looked toward the kitchen as he said, “I don’t think it’s dramatic for her to want her parents to ask how her life is going.”

“We know she’s fine. She hasn’t told us any different,” her father bit out, and her heart sped up in her chest as she walked back toward the kitchen, leaning on the wall that held all of Wells’s and Jensen’s awards.

“Have you asked?”

“I don’t have to. She’d tell me.”

“Or she wouldn’t.”

“Jensen, honey, really, we know our daughter. If something is wrong, the whole world knows. Plus, Wren is just so independent. She doesn’t need anyone, and if anyone tries to be there, she pushes them away. I know you’ve been with her for the last month, but honestly, we know her.”