Page 379 of The Tempted

Our baby.

Wow.

That would take a whole lot of getting used to.

“Riggs,” she started and again I lifted my finger to her lips.

“We’ll figure it out, but I gotta tell you, Kitten. My brain ain’t worth shit right now. I’m exhausted and honestly I’m not a hundred percent sure I’ve processed any of this.”

“I understand,” she said against my finger.

“You can’t do it, can you?” I said, smiling half-heartedly.

“Can’t do what?”

“Be quiet,” I said, winking at her.

“Sorry,” she whispered, breaking eye contact by turning her head.

I leaned over, cupped her chin and forced her to look at me.

“Can we figure it out tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” she muttered.

“Kitten,” I said hoarsely.

“Please don’t call me that,” she whispered, turning away again so I wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes.

“You should probably get used to it if we’re going to do this parenting thing. You will always be my Kitten,” I said, taking her hand and tugging her against me. “Lay down with me?”

She lifted her head from my chest and looked up at me, blinking—her eyes full of unshed tears. Neither of us said another word as I pulled her onto the bed and wrapped my arms around her.

I closed my eyes, listened as she sniffled against my chest, and because I was a selfish fuck, I cuddled my baby mama.

Talk about a mind-fuck.

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