Page 33 of Better than Revenge

“Kitten! I’m home!”

Double shit! I bump into the stand holding our toothbrushes and toothpaste sending both of them flying and making the loudest clatter known to man.

“Kitten? You alright?”

His voice is closer now.

“I’m fine.” Damn, not fine. Everyone knows fine means something is wrong. “Okay. I’m okay.”

I spin around and run into the towel rack sending it crashing to the floor as well.

“Then why are you making enough noise in there to wake the dead, my love?”

His voice is just outside the door now.

“I…,” Gigs up, Tam. I open the door and take in my man in all his glory. Damn, he’s hot as fuck!

“I love you. Now, what are you up to?”

I push the door open and show him the mess I’ve created. And the pregnancy test too.

His eyes go right to the little stick. “Tamsin?”

“Yes.”

I nibble my bottom lip as he steps closer and looks at the very clear lines.

“Is this recent?”

“Is it…of course it’s recent. You think I would just hide it and then pull it out when I know you’ll come home.”

“So, I caught you?”

Damn that sounds like it’s not a good thing. “Okay, look, I forgot about having a period every month and so much was going on. I was happy for the first time in…forever and I just thought…yeah, you caught me.”

His face breaks into a big smile and I’m being swept up in his arms and carried over to the bed. “You don’t seem mad. Unless of course, you’re taking me over to the window to dump me out of it instead of the bed.”

He laughs so hard it shakes through me. “I love your mind and your sense of humor, kitten. No, I’m not throwing you out the window and yes, I am very happy.”

“But…we didn’t plan this. We…,”

“Weren’t using anything to stop it from happening.” He interrupts me. “We also spent a lot of time in bed doing what it takes to make a baby. No, we didn’t plan this exactly. But…”

I sit up when he lays me on the bed, my brows drawn together, “But?”

‘But’ sounds suspiciously like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“What can I say, kitten? I’m your bad man. Always will be.”

“You better be glad you have such a pretty dick, and you know how to use it.”

He kisses me while chuckling and spends the next hour showing me just what a bad man he can be. Thank goodness this bad man is all mine!

Epilogue II

Tamsin

Ten Years Later

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