Page 101 of Hunted: Season Two

“Thereshouldn’tbe.” Our eyes lock. “Ishouldhave way more than enough. This shit wasn’t window shopping gone fucking wrong. I…fucking…planned…for these.”

Which wasn’t exactly hard to do as long as I wasn’t home where they could accidentally walk in and see.

Like I did.

It’s how I know The Kid got Rabbit this artsy journal kit thing with every type of fucking pen a person could think of including some glitter shit I amnotlooking forward to seeing in our shower.

I wonder if her skin scribble disorder thing is genetic.

Part of me wants to ask Val –off the record.

Away from my counterparts.

The last thing I want is Rabbit and Kid worried about what could go wrong with the addition to our family versus simply being excited we’re getting one.

Ican do the worrying.

And the stressing.

And the house planning.

And all the nightmare, headache shit that keeps dropping onto our front doorstep.

Theyshould be celebrating.

Arguing over baby names.

Colorsof the baby’s future room.

Car seats.

Strollers.

I want our child to be born intothatshit – that overabundance of love and having the best of everything shit – not the anxiety over how much it costs.

Or is going to cost.

Or what possible complications we may have to deal with when it gets older.

Fuck.

Should I be worried about other issues if it was my sperm that took?

I mean I know men can knock a woman up pretty much at any age, but does older, dustier sperm come with more fucking risks than if it were Kid’s swimmer who “won” the gold?

In general?

I couldn’t give a fuck who it “technically” belongs to because as far as we’re all considered, it – fuck, I can’t wait to stop calling it an it – is all of ours, but do we need to know the specifics in case there’s some sort of biological concern?

“Have you had any other problems with your accounts?” Garcia cautiously inquires, the under the hood text easy to exam. “Haveanyof you?”

Shit.

Did McAdams figure out a way to getintomy fucking account?!

Theirs?!

“Not that I know of.”

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