Page 76 of Static

He dropped to my side, then dragged me half over his body until I was resting with my cheek on his chest and my leg thrown over his. My eyes were drifting shut when I realized something. I pushed up with a gasp.

"What?" he barked, looking around. He'd been falling asleep too.

"You didn't wear a condom," I whispered.

He made a face. "I meant to. Fuck. I had the damn thing in my wallet for...a while now." He raked a hand through his hair. "Shit. I'm sorry, Gwen." He searched my face. "I'm clean."

"Well, me too, but..."

"What?"

"What if I get pregnant?"

A look of consideration flashed over his face. "I swear I meant to wear a condom," he told me in a careful tone, "but the minute you give me the go ahead, I'm going to fuck you and fill you up as often as possible until you are pregnant."

My jaw dropped. I scrambled up into a sitting position next to where he was stretched out, staring down at him. "Y-you want kids?"

"Are you kidding me? If you're fine with it, I want ten. Maybe more."

My brows shot up. "Ten?" I asked, dazed. It was like he'd reached into the depths of my heart and was offering me everything I wanted on a silver platter.

"Yeah." He looked a little sheepish.

"I want more kids," I told him. "But I want to be married first."

"Okay."

"So I want you to wear a condom until...then."

"Done."

"And-" I looked down, unable to hold his gaze.

He reached out and grasped my chin, tilting my head until I was staring into those irresistible eyes once more. "And what?"

"If we do have more kids-"

"When we have more kids," he corrected, then fell silent.

"I don't want you to forget about Sean and Grace," I said, voice soft.

He frowned, let go of my chin, and shoved up until he was sitting up, leaning against the headboard. He cocked his head and studied me. "Do you really think I'd fucking do that, Gwen?" When I flinched he sighed. "I cuss. A lot. I'll probably get angry. Even if it's at you, I swear I'd rip my own fucking arms off before I'd hurt you."

"I know," I told him, tone earnest. "I can't help my reactions sometimes."

He nodded. "And that's fine. They don't bother me as long as you understand what I just told you."

"I do."

"Then listen to me real close, Sugar."

I held my elbows, a defensive gesture I couldn't seem to help, and dug my nails into my skin to keep me centered in the moment.

"I love those kids. Once you and I get married, you give me the go ahead, and I'll be adopting them."

My breath was shaky as I let it out. "I know you love them," I told him. "I just- You're sure?"

"Yeah, Sugar. I'm sure." He eased the tension with a smile. "Now that we just went through a shit ton of those usually awkward conversations, can we lay down? I need a damn nap."

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