Page 126 of Rule Breakers Fall Hardest

Rosie: No food for you.

Me: I take it back. Burgers sound great.

Rosie: Too late. Sorry.

I chuckle, amused by her antics. God, she’s cute.

It feels like it’s been forever since I touched her, and I’m craving so much more. I want to feel her bare body beneath mine. On top of me. All around me.

“Black coffee with asprinkleof sugar. Seriously, what the fuck does a sprinkle of sugar mean?”

I take the offered coffee from Cree.“Language, my friend. We have impressionable ears listening now. Isn’t that right, Sammy?” I say, smiling down at my son. “Say Dada.”

Cree slides into the chair across from me and sets his cup on the table. “I’m going to teach him to say Cree first just to spite you. Or maybe something silly like scooter.”

“Yeah,” I say, biting back a smirk, “because if Dada’s too complicated, then surely he can say scooter.”

Cree tips his coffee cup back, and instantly, his eyes go wide and he sputters. “Sh—shoot, that’s hot.”

Amusement curls my lips. “Did you think it would be cold?”

He tosses a napkin at my head, but I dodge it easily, and it lands on the floor beside me.

Sammy giggles, the sound enough to have me grinning in a way I don’t think I ever did before him.

“You think that’s funny?” I ask the baby, gently poking his belly. “Hmm? You thought it was funny that Uncle Cree threw something at Daddy.”

“Whoa.” Cree nearly chokes—I’m guessing on his saliva because he’s shoved his coffee away from him like it’s the coffee’s fault that he’s an idiot. “That’s so weird.”

“What is? Talking to a baby?”

“No. You calling me Uncle Cree and yourself Daddy.”

I laugh. “I am Daddy.”

He turns his head and gags. “I don’t want to hear about your weird kink things in public.”

“God, you’re so easy to rile. For the record, I’m not into being called Daddy in the bedroom.”

Though I have recently developed a kink for making my wife come. Watching her face flush and the way her body shakes all over. I’m going to lose my shit when I finally get to sink my cock inside her and watch her come on my dick.

Cree pops the lid off his cup, and steam billows in front of his face. “No wonder I burned my tongue,” he mutters.

Sammy gives another giggle, pulling my attention back to him. I rock him gently in his carrier. It’s wild how I don’t want to take my eyes off him—not because I’m scared something will happen to him if I look away, but because I’m so captivated by him. By his big blue eyes and his gummy smile. Everything he does is cute, from the way he scrunches his nose when he sneezes to the curl of his tongue when he yawns.

I’ve only ever heard women talk about baby fever, but I think I’m experiencing it right now.

I could have a million more of these.

Well, if I didn’t have to deal with waking up in the night. That part isn’t fun. But everything else? I’m surprisingly okay with it. Even the diaper changes don’t bother me.

Cree and I catch up, but it isn’t long before Sammy is yawning and rubbing at his eyes, signaling that it’s time to get home so I can get him fed, then bathed and ready for bed.

For such a small human, he’s incredibly time-consuming.

When I pull into the driveway, Rosie’s Mercedes is already there.

I unbuckle Sammy and scoop him into my arms. Then snag my backpack and the diaper bag with my free arm. I’m halfway up the walk when Rosie opens the front door and steps back to let me in.

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