Page 69 of Doc's Decision

Before heading to the bathroom, I peek into the bassinet in the corner where little Kash is kicking his chubby baby legs, gurgling and smiling as he entertains himself.

My heart swells at the sight.

The little dude is pure sunshine, even this early.

I do my business quick and splash some water on my face at the sink.

In the mirror, my reflection looks back—blonde hair that’s fading into my natural brown at the root, mussed from sleep andother nocturnal activities, lips still a little swollen from Doc's kisses.

There are finger-shaped bruises on my hips from how tightly he gripped me when he drove into me from behind last night.

The sting between my thighs is a delicious reminder.

Kash starts fussing as I dry my face, so I scoop him up and nuzzle his downy head. "Morning, little man. How about some grub, huh?"

I carry him out to the small kitchen, the linoleum cool under my bare feet.

Kash gurgles and grabs at my hair as I mix up a bottle of formula one-handed.

Multitasking like a damn pro.

"Easy, dude. The hair is attached," I joke as I free the blonde strands from his pudgy grip.

He just smiles his gummy baby smile at me.

It’s impossible to be annoyed at this pint-sized charmer.

I test the formula on my wrist, then settle onto the threadbare couch to feed him.

He latches on and sucks greedily, his eyes fluttering shut in contentment.

I stroke his silky cheek as he eats, humming "You are my Sunshine" under my breath.

My mind wanders while Kash is busy filling his belly.

To Doc, snoring softly in the other room.

To the way his hands feel roaming my body, calloused and strong.

The intensity in his green eyes when he's buried deep inside me.

I squirm a little on the couch, turned on by my own daydreams.

Damn, that man does things to me.

But he's more than a fantastic lay.

He's given me a place here.

With him, with his son.

He’s calling me his girlfriend, his woman, and nothing feels better than that.

It feels right, belonging to Doc this way.

Natural.

Like how I feel cradling Kash—that surge of protectiveness and care.

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