Page 91 of Intercept My Heart

“The food was great. We’re ready for the check now,” Nero answered. I was sure he couldn’t wait to get the hell away from me with all of these damn tears. I heard Tamia in my head telling me to man the fuck up, and that was exactly what I planned to do.

The ride to the house was silent outside of the millions of thoughts in my head. Tamia texted me about my appointment and her plans for the baby shower I told her I didn’t want. Of course, she did not care about my whining either. The people in my life could go to hell for the way they treated me during this pregnancy.

“Come on, Susie cries a lot. Let’s get you in this house so you can take a nap.”

“You really get on my nerves.”

“I’m glad to be of service to you. Now hurry up before I have to carry you inside.”

“Oh, please. Those weak ass arms can’t lift a damn thing except a football,” I challenged, knowing I was only talking shit.

“Ahh! Dinero, put me down before you drop me!” I squealed, with my arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

“Naw, don’t scream now. You love to talk shit but can’t back any of it up.” Instead of responding with a smart remark, I kept my arms wrapped around him. I waited for him to ask for my key but got the surprise of my life when he retrieved a key from his pocket.

“Umm, when did you get a spare key made for my place?”

“After the DNA results came back. I need to have access to any place my children rest their heads. Speaking of which, thecamera installers are supposed to be here next week. I wanted to do it this weekend, but since we’ll be gone, I rescheduled it.”

“Camera installers for what? Am I missing something?”

“Yeah. I plan to have security cameras installed in the front and back of the house. As well as the foyer, garage, and basement. I’ll probably have some baby monitors added to the nursery, too. I heard babies choke in their sleep and shit, so I want to be prepared.”

“What is all of that for?”

“I want to make sure you’re safe, and the only way I can do that is by keeping eyes on the house at all times.”

“Okay, I guess it makes sense. It would have been nice to know, though.”

“I’m telling you now.”

“You really don’t know how to ask, do you?”

“I don’t need permission to protect what’s mine.” My heart fluttered, even though he only meant the children. I loved how protective he was of them because he had always been so protective of me.

My head rested on his shoulder as he led me to the living room. After the lunch we had, I could use a good afternoon nap. I took off from work on my appointment days so I could relax after my appointments, and it was one of the best decisions for me.

“Your feet are a little swollen. You need to try to stay off of them as much as possible.”

“Yes, daddy,” I replied sarcastically.

“Yeah, alright. Keep playing with me if you want to.” Dinero sauntered down the hall and then returned with a bottle of oil in his hands. I remained silent, watching him move around the room. When he set the oil down on the coffee table and then removed his shirt, my eyes grew wide.

“Put your feet up here.” He gestured to his lap, but he never gave me the chance to move because he took it upon himself to place them where he wanted them.

“Has anyone ever called you a bully?” I fussed, lifting my feet onto the pillow in his lap.

“A few times. Right after I beat their asses. Why?” I wanted to smack the stupid grin right off his face. Instead, I sat back while he performed magic on my aching feet. Since I spent so much time on my feet, I’d noticed a lot more swelling lately. I’d been trying to take it easy, but it was easier said than done.

“Ooh, right there. Mmmm,” I moaned as he applied the right amount of pressure to my heel.

“Right here?” My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he applied even more pressure to my sore spot. I almost leaped off the couch when his thumb rubbed circles around my nonexistent arch.

“Hold still, girl.” Dinero chuckled, holding a firmer grip on my foot.

“I’m sorry. It feels so good,” I moaned out breathlessly. The feeling was orgasmic, and I fought hard to keep my legs closed. The sound of him clearing his throat caught my attention, and then I noticed him subtly adjust himself. The devious part of me wanted to push the envelope, but we’d been doing enough of that lately.

“Now that the season is over, what are your plans?”

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