Page 254 of His Sunshine Baby

I know he gets what I mean. He smiles and turns to Estelle, kissing her forehead.

“You like a good potato omelet, baby?”

Estelle’s all curious, watching him cook with wide eyes. Nate goes all out and makes three big potato omelets, with some bell peppers, smoked salmon on the side, and toast. Of course, our princess gets her hot chocolate while her dad and I gulp down our dose of caffeine. We cheerfully eat breakfast all together in the kitchen, and the tears from earlier are easily dried up. Estelle laughs with us about my useless attempt to help Nate and tells us all about her play date with her cousin last night.

When she’s done eating, she runs to her bedroom to play, leaving us alone in the kitchen. I’m still chewing on that delicious toast when Nate walks over to my side, putting his hands on my ass. I’m so surprised I don’t even have time to protest before he takes a bite of my food.

“Hey, let me eat, you wolf.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Well in that case you should have cooked more.”

“I’m not talking about the food…”

Oh… I guess my bare legs did give him an idea, hm? He hugs me, taking a long sniff… Do I smell? Not that he seems to care. He puts gentle kisses on my shoulder.

“Nate, stop it…”

Estelle’s literally next door, we can’t go overboard here and now… although I feel his arousal tickle mine. He groans but finally gives up, leaning away.

“Someone’s been working on their self-control.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he sighs. “You’re the one walking around with bare legs in my apartment.”

“I didn’t think the sight of my bare legs would get you excited.”

“Any bare part of you is exciting.”

“Even if I’m not shaved? And I got fatter?”

He rolls his eyes. I might as well get a check on my insecurities…

“Yes, and you didn’t get fatter. I think you got even thinner, but no worries, I can take care of that for you.”

“Are you planning on fattening me up?” I put the toast down.

“I like your curves. By the way, did you think about my question?”

What question is he talking about…? Oh, that.

“Oh, hell no, Nathaniel Black,” I scoff. “I’m not marrying you. Or anyone.”

“Are you sure? Estelle would look so cute in a little white dress.”

“She can wear one when she gets married. I won’t.”

He frowns, either because of my refusal or the idea of our daughter getting married. Ugh, I feel like he’d be one veryprotective dad… let alone her uncles. Sorry, baby. Either way, I finish my toast while he’s lost in his thoughts.

“Please marry me,” he insists.

“No, Nate. I just agreed to live with you, now you want to wed me? Are you nuts? Do I get any room for thinking at all? You’re rushing things.”

“Well, considering we went rather quickly from being reunited, to living together, and then having sex, I figured…”

I slap his shoulder. He needs to learn to freaking slow down!

“It’s a no, you idiot. And if you insist again, I’ll even take a step back and sleep with my daughter instead of you.”

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