Page 140 of Sweet Little Thing

“I like it when you’re big and round. It’s the only time I know Jasper isn’t looking at my wife and imagining her naked.”

“He doesn’t do that,” I replied, then rolled my eyes.

“Hell yeah, he does.”

The kids loved their Uncle Jasper, and I was thankful that Stone and Jasper had restored their relationship. They needed each other. They weren’t brothers by blood, but they were brothers in every way that mattered.

Stone sat on the patio sofa beside me and pulled me into his lap. “Come here. I need to hold you before you get too heavy.”

“If I didn’t love you, I’d hate you,” I told him.

“You couldn’t hate me. I’m too damn lovable.”

He was right, he was. At one time, he didn’t believe that. At one time, I didn’t believe it either. But life has a funny way of playing out in ways you never imagined.

One day, a man walked into my life, and I had believed he was a beautiful, elitist asshole. And now I couldn’t imagine a day without him by my side.

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