Page 171 of Toxic Wishes

“What? You trying to feel the bump I just created with all the food we ate.” I laugh to myself. He stares down at me, holding his hand over my belly. “One day, this beautiful belly will need to eat for two, so yes, I’m getting used to the feel now.”

I nearly pee myself.

Was I dreaming?

Did he imply that we would be together longer than a few months? And this also implied that he might want to marry me, which was a huge deal since he’d never been married.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all that when I wasn’t here. I know that had to be devastating, and to be quite honest, I’m having a hard time not going over to your parent's house and kicking your dad’s ass, I mean Micheal’sm, for doing those things to you. You were an innocent child!”

My eyes tore from his. It was still hard to believe, but after all this love-making and bonding over food, I told him about what had happened with my family. “He’s not even worth it.”

“Well, you don’t need them. Any of them.”

I look back up at him.

“Because we’ll start our own family one day.”

Tears pricked my eyes, and I couldn’t believe I was hearing what I was hearing. Colt Killian, the NFL quarterback of the Arizona Cardinals, not only wanted me, but he wanted to start a family with me, one of our own.

“Well, let’s just hope it’s a boy.”

“Nuh-uh,” he says. “I want a girl.”

I groan. “She may turn out ug-”

“Don’t you talk about our future daughter like that? She will be beautiful, just like her momma.”

Embarrassment crashes over me as I let my head fall to my hands. Shaking my head back and forth, he breaks my hands-free.

“But before all that, can you do something for me?”

I opened one eye at him. “What? Get off birth control? Are we starting that early? Don’t you think-” He silences me with a finger over my lips.

“No, put that shirt on and-” he jumps off the bed, grabbing a microphone and a guitar.

“I want you to sing for me. I’m not sure which one you wanted, so I got both.”

“You want me to sing for you?” I narrowed my eyes on him.

“That’s what I said. I was going to try and get you to sing Toxic Wishes at the Super Bowl, but I figured that may be too much, and you may even hate me forever after that since you never sang in front of a crowd that big.”

“I would have killed you after I peed my pants.” He laughs that sexy laugh I loved hearing.

“Glad I didn’t go that route then. Now, Put this on and sing for me.”

“Oh, so now you want me to have clothes on?”

“Trust me, you’ll want to have something on for this.”

“What about my panties?”

“Just keep your legs crossed. It can be our little secret.”

“Okay,” I lowered my chin and eyed him suspiciously.

He pulls up a chair as I sit on the edge of the bed.

“You can sing whatever you want. But I would love to hear you sing one of my brother's songs.”

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