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We got the nursery painted and made ready, and the two us elected not to know the sex of the baby because we wanted to be surprised.

And… we had talked. In length.

Yes, we had a lot of love to give.

However, after both of our childhoods, we had both agreed to have one baby.

One baby that we would pour all our love into.

And one baby that was going to be the apple of both of our eyes.

Chapter 19

Abel

Since firing Jewell, we hired another waitress, who was almost as good as Birdie, and since Birdie was so far along in her pregnancy, we both elected for her to stay home, the day we had that conversation my woman smiled ear to fucking ear.

And to replace Birdie, we hired someone that Tabitha recommended and thankfully, she flirted, but only with single men.

However, she had her eyes set on Caelan, and poor girl, Caelan didn’t even notice her.

I was walking into the house after doing some paperwork at the bar when I stepped into the kitchen and found Birdie hurrying to get dinner finished.

Normally, she was calm as a cucumber when she was cooking, therefore, I asked, “Baby girl, you alright?”

She looked up at me, and said, “No. I am not. Why in the world do we have to live out in the country?”

I lifted a brow, was she not happy? Fucking hell. She assured me she was; therefore, I didn’t hold back the uncertainty in my tone, “Wanna explain that shit to me?”

Her eyes softened but yet, she growled, only my woman could manage that, “Get those thoughts out of your head Abel Black. I won’t tell you again.”

And before I could nod at her, she started, “Okay, so, it goes like this. Ryker was wandering the house, and I was getting dinner started. I had just rinsed the peppers off when I heard a clacking sound. I go to inspect it, and poor Ryker got one of the sticky mouse traps on his paw. So, I remove that. Got his paw cleaned off. And everything was good. I got back to making dinner.”

She took a sip of her red Gatorade that she had been craving, and then continued, “And then, thirty minutes later, I go to put laundry away, and what do I do? Yep, I stepped in one of those things.”

And… I shit you not, she freaking used the SpongeBob voice when she said, thirty minutes later.

“Did you know that dawn wouldn’t remove the stickiness? Nor hydrogen peroxide? Not even rubbing alcohol? But then I remembered years ago how to get spray paint off my hand, and I sprayed my foot with Pam. Rubbed it all right off.”

I wasn’t going to lie, I had to bite my lip so hard, that I tasted blood, to stop myself from laughing.

“Okay,” I breathed in to not laugh, then let it out, “So I need to go around the house and find any kind of hole they could get in with and close ‘em?”

She nodded, and then gasped and started racing for the kitchen, all the well yelling at me over her shoulder, “Shit, I forgot to put the garlic bread in the oven.”

Ryker’s nails clacked right behind her down the hall.

And with that, I didn’t stop myself from laughing my ass off as I did a room-by-room inspection of the house.

I found the hole just as she called out, “Dinners ready.”

I smiled as I walked back into the kitchen to see her waddling this way and that way.

There was something I didn’t get.

How the hell did pregnant women, or generous curvy women get put down so much?

They had all that to hold onto and love.

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