Page 108 of The Way We Score

She’s so cute at this stage, wearing stretchy leggings and tight sweaters to show off her small baby bump. There’s no mistaking she’s pregnant now. Our baby girl is the size of a head of cauliflower, and she’s moving a lot.

At night, when we sit on the couch watchingThe Closer, I’ll hold Liv between my legs with her back against my chest, and we watch as her stomach morphs into crazy shapes. At times it’s like a torpedo, which Liv says is her butt. Then it’ll be a small point, which she says is her elbow or knee. Maybe even a foot.

She assures me it doesn’t hurt as she holds my hand against the movements. It seriously blows my mind.

“It’s probably because we watched all those crime shows in high school.”

“We didn’t always watch them.” She slants her eyes up at me, and my dick twitches.

“Careful, I don’t have time to fuck you right now.”

Her lip pouts. “Sounds like you’re working too much.”

That does it, I put my mug down and walk to where she’s sitting. Her brow arches, and she stands, turning around and shaking her ass at me.

“Dammit, Liv, what are you doing to me?”

“Do I have to spell it out for you, Sheriff?”

My vision darkens, and I have ideas about handcuffs. “Put your hands on that table and don’t let go.”

She exhales a little squeal as I jerk her leggings down, and we do it right there, doggystyle over the kitchen table.

I gotta give it up for the horny phase of pregnancy. We’ve been fucking more lately than we did as teenagers, and that’s saying something.

I’m helping her get dressed again, and she laughs softly.

“What?”

“Remember that time Mom went to bed early, and we were alone in the living room, and I climbed onto your lap?”

“You always blew my mind, Liv.”

“We could’ve been caught, and I loved it.” Her nose wrinkles as her eyes blink down, almost nostalgic. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

Pretty hazel eyes meet mine again, so beautiful and open. “For reminding me what I was like, happy and free.”

“It’s how I always want you to be.” Using my finger, I slide a lock of her hair behind her ear, thinking about a question that’s been bothering me a while. “You never told me why you stopped dancing. You were so good at it, and you worked so hard.”

A little shrug, and she goes to the coffee pot. “I discovered law in college, and one of my professors encouraged me to take the LSAT. I did really well on it, but I also made it all the way to the finals with the dance team.” Her head tilts tothe side as she pours another cup. “For so long, it had been my whole purpose. Then I looked around at all these talented women fighting for just a few spots, even after they’d already been on the team… I decided to let them have it and fight for justice instead.”

Straightening, I walk over to where she sits at the table and take a knee. “I think it’s pretty badass that you’re a lawyer. You were hot as shit when you were dancing, but knowing you can shake that ass and practice law…” Lifting my eyebrows, I nod. “Badass.”

Her nose wrinkles, and she huffs a laugh. “Not as badass as Aubrey Shiffer.”

Groaning, I fall back. “You had to be there!”

“I’m just teasing. You were being sweet.” Cupping the sides of my neck, she kisses my lips. “Thank you. Now I’ve got to get some work done. I can’t spend all morning having sex.”

Catching her face, I kiss her again, a little longer, a little tongue. Then I’d better get out of here before I do carry her to bed again.

“I think we blew all the excitement on the first day.” Going to the door, I lift my vest off the back of a chair. “It’s been kind of slow-going ever since.”

She stands, waddling just a little as she joins me at the door. “It’s pretty hard to top sixteen snakes.”

“It’s okay. It gives me time to work on my law enforcement materials.”

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