Page 21 of I Saw Mommy Kissing Biker Claus

“See something you like?” he teases.

I roll my eyes at him and try to compose myself.

“So what are you telling Davis that he can do at eighteen?”

“Get a tattoo.”

I nod. “Eighteen is good, not before though.”

“You heard your mama, no tattoos before you’re eighteen.”

Davis looks at both of us and laughs.

“I feel like he’s mocking us.” I laugh and tickle his tummy.

“Oh, I found some bubble bath in the cabinet. This one is baby bubbles…there’s mama bubbles too. That’s for later.” He winks at me.

He’s not making this easy on me. I went from hating a man I didn’t even know to thinking of moving to a new town to be withhim. What the fuck is wrong with me? I watch him with Davis and it just makes me more attracted to him. It’s not just his physical looks, he has such a good heart. He thinks that he was saved by the Bastianinis. I think he would’ve turned out this way even if they hadn’t.

“Okay, all clean and back to being a little man.” Valentino smiles as he kisses Davis.

I hold out a towel and wrap Davis in it.

“There’s a towel on the counter for you,” I say as I head to the bedroom with Davis.

“What’s his bedtime routine?” he asks, joining us.

“Usually I get a bottle for him and we just hang out and watch TV for a little while. And when he’s asleep I put him down.”

“Would it be okay if I stayed and helped?”

“Of course. You’re his papa, you don’t need to ask me if you want to spend time with him.”

“Well it’s not just Davis I want to hang out with,” he says softly.

I get Davis dressed and we head downstairs.

“Okay so show me how to make his bottle.”

I show him how to measure and warm Davis’ bottle. We all sit down to watch a movie. This feels like we’re a real family.

After the movie ends, Valentino picks Davis up and we head upstairs. As he’s putting Davis in his crib, he wakes up and looks at us.

“Mama. Papa,” he says as he closes his eyes again.

“Did he…” I trail off as I hold back my tears.

Valentino wraps his arms around me and holds me.

“He did,” he whispers.

Valentino tilts my head up to look at him and kisses me.

“I need a shower…care to join me?”

He picks me up and carries me to the bathroom. I run my hands under his shirt and help him get it off. I kiss his chest as Ihear him moan. That’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever fucking heard. I pull at his belt and pop the button on his jeans as he leans down and kisses me roughly, stopping only to grab the hem of my shirt and pull it off me.

“You are fucking sexy,” he growls as I get the rest of my clothes off.

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