Page 236 of Deceit

“Might be home soon,” I have the audacity to say. I must be more fucked up than I thought I was because I could make this quick and easy, and really this shouldn’t even be a conversation.

Emmy taunts me by arching her back, giving me more of a handful and a straight view down her back at her flawless ass.

The pink dress she’s in against her dark hair, I feel like I’m cheating on the old Emmy with this darker version that throws caution to the wind.

She should be the one reminding me that our associate will be home at any given time.

“I’m already in enough shit with Mills,” Emmy advises between kisses. “Adding another one won’t harm anything. Especially when I was hoping you’d fuck my ass.”

“Emmy,” I growl. “Try again.”

“You wanna try again?” I feel her lips curl, clearly taunting me to just give up on being so cautious.

My girl sucks mercilessly on my neck like we’re teenagers, slaying into my good sense.

Common sense.

“I know a way to make you do what I want,” she discloses.

“I’m fascinated, baby. What would that be?”

Emmy hops off me like a bunny and wears a shit-eating smile on her face. A rare occurrence these days.

“Something to look forward to,” she quips with a wink. “I’m going to go get the babies.”

Our babies.

If Emmy will allow and want me to be the father to them. I never fucking asked. I just stated and pointed it out like I have a right.

My girl comes out a minute later with one of them, cooing and swinging it gently in her arms. Emmy comes to sit in my lap again and turns her body to show me that she has Alaric.

I rest my chin on her shoulder and gain Alaric’s focus. We stare at each other, in love with the same woman, and one day he’ll stand by my side to protect her.

I can’t help but regret him not having my DNA. That I wasn’t there when he and his sister were born.

I suck as a human being.

I’m hoping I have something in me that can be somewhat of a role model, at least.

“He was the smallest and had a hard time regulating body temperature. He wasn’t eating that well either at first.”

“Probably homesick.” Emmy curiously glances over at me. “That’s how I feel when I’m not inside you.”

Emmy snorts then begins to chuckle. “Will you hold him for a minute?”

“Absolutely.” She shifts her weight and places Alaric in my waiting arms. Then she rises just to promptly turn around.

“Bishop?”

“Yeah?”

“The answer is yes.”

“Yes?”

She tucks a piece of her dark hair behind her ear. “I made these babies yours when I named them. Everyone else is nixed at this point. You’re holding your son. I don’t want another day to go by without Atlas and Alaric having a father they can look up to. I know it’s not conventional, and it’s fucking weird but…I fucked up by dating him and sleeping with him. I made a bad choice. I should’ve—“ The rest of her sentence is lodged in her throat, and she begins to tremble in a growing sob.

“Emmy—“ I begin to rise from the couch, but her hand shoots out to stop me.

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