Page 103 of Hunted: Season Two

Secure aliteralnest egg.

I’m gonna wanna be around to help when our baby is born.

Grows.

I don’t wanna be fucking absent or take a backseat to all the shit.

No, I don’t wanna fuck things up, but I think not being around will fuck up our minimore.

Man, I hope it is a mini.

A minimix.

The car gods know I couldn’t handle just a mini Kid or Rabbit.

I’d never sleep again, and my wallet would always be empty over random shit.

Forfuckssake,how can I say no to a pregnant woman who wants to make us “dirt pudding” at two in the morning?

Post’s name and photo unexpectedly interrupt my deleting, encouraging me to answer his call, unfortunately for him, however, it’s at the same time Monique investigates, “And how would you like the tags signed?”

Hitting ignore is done in tandem with replying. “Sir.”

“Okay.” She stands up a little taller. A little more professional. “My apologies.” Her slender face angles itself about an inch to the side. “How would you like the tag signed,sir?”

“What?” There’s no stopping my head from shaking. “No.” Shoving the device back out of sight in spite of its vibrating is followed by me sighing. “I wasn’t telling you to call me sir. I was saying that I want them signedfromSir.”

“Oh!” She squeaks yet remains confused. “I thought these werepersonalgifts for your significant other.”

“Others,” I effortlessly correct. “And they are. One is for my girlfriend, the other my boyfriend. Sir is…a nickname.”

“Oh…” Monique retorts in such a way, it’s obvious she’s jumping to shitty conclusions.

Doesn’t matter.

She can think whatever shit she wants.

It’s no one’s business but ours.

And I don’t have to justify our shit to anyone else.

“Crazy, huh?” Garcia smoothly steps in. “This asshole can be in a successful relationship of three while I’m still struggling to find someone to make mine a two.”

“Maybe your struggle is about to come to an end.” Mon suggestively winks before dropping her stare back to the tags.

Doubtful.

We’re talkin’ my unborn coming out of the womb and saying his or her first word right then and there doubtful.

Garcia doesn’t reallydocommitment.

And neither does Val.

The irony of course being that their parents have been married since they were eighteen.

Maybe that’s why?

Maybe the fear of not wanting to miss shit like they think their parents have is what’s led them both to racing around the Can’t Commit 500?

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