Page 88 of Falling for the Pucking Bad Boy

“You won’t. We’re a team, remember? I’ll send you videos, call you after every appointment, and make sure you’re as involved as possible. Always.”

I shake my head. “I need to be here with you.”

Rory must see the anxiety coursing through my features because she nods. “Some. As many as you can, but after the baby is born—”

“I’ll hire a doctor. One that can travel with us.”

Rory’s face falls from surprise to shock. “Well, that’s—babe, I’m not going to the doctor daily.”

“You sure?”

She smiles. “Positive. Now…” Rory gives me that look that tells me I'm being an overprotective doofus. “Put me down and show me how thrilled you are about being a dad.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I start for our bedroom again. “Here, let me remind you.”

I start peppering kisses over her face, each one an “I love you” and “I’m here with you.”

Rory tries her best to evade but fails. “Wells, we’re not hiring a doctor.”

“Then I’m staying with you.”

“Oh my God,” she whines loudly. “You’re so annoying.”

I spread her ass cheeks and receive a little moan of satisfaction. “I know, baby, but you love me. You’re not doing this without me.”

“Fine,” she finally concedes with a light slap to my shoulder. “We’ll do it your way.”

“Thank fuck.” I softly place her on the bed and cover her with my body, nestling my face between the crook of her neck and shoulder. “I’m going to do it my way here, too.”

“You are never satisfied, are you?”

“When it comes to you, every single fucking day. I can’t get enough of you. I always want more.”

“We’re going to be too tired to do this soon.”

“I condition every day, baby. I have stamina and energy for days.”

“You’ve never dealt with a baby,” she retorts, threading her fingers through my hair. “This will be different.”

“Then I’ll train for that, too.” I lick up the column of her throat. “Because I’m not missing this. And no little bundle of joy is going to cock block me from my wife.”

“Alright, Killer. Whatever you say.”

I do say.

And she’ll see.

There's no way a baby is going to keep me away. I will overcome any level of exhaustion as long as I get my girl right here underneath me.

“God, I love you, Snowflake. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For you. For this. For everything.”

“I should be thanking you for being the sweetest guy alive.”

I bite softly into her neck. “Not always.”

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