Page 685 of The Tempted

I turn around at the sound of Lauren’s voice and smirk as she completely brushes past me and goes straight for our son.

“There’s my little guy,” she coos, reaching for him.

Knowing the drill, I pull my baseball hat off my head and run my fingers through my hair. It’ll take Kitten a good ten seconds of lovin’ on our boy before she even realizes I’m here. She takes him out of the swing and brings him against her chest, showering him with kisses—totally ruining his game.

Her blue eyes zero in on me and her grin widens as she leans forward, covering my mouth with hers. I wrap my arm around her waist, slide my hand into the back pocket of her jeans and press her against me, sandwiching Eric between us as I kiss her until he wails.

“Hi baby, how was your afternoon?” she asks me, setting Eric down on his wobbly feet and taking hold of his hand. He just started walking and takes more falls than he does steps but he’s determined.

Determination is something our kid has in spades.

He was a fighter from the day he took his first breath.

“It was good. We went for lunch, had some pizza, a few beers and now here we are.”

I grab the carriage, follow her out of the swing area as she and Eric lead the way. My eyes dip down to her ass, which has gotten slightly rounder since Eric was born, her breasts are bigger too—not that I’m complaining. I’m an ass and tits kind of guy, well, not really, I’m just a Kitten kind of guy. Anything she’s selling, I’m buying.

“I saw a pretzel stand over there. Why don’t we go feed the ducks?” she asks over her shoulder, running after Eric as he found his groove and has taken off toward the pond.

“I’ll grab the pretzel,” I offer, pushing the empty carriage along to the pretzel guy. I order a pretzel and two hotdogs, one I scoff down before even making my way back to Lauren and the baby. I hand her the hotdog, but she shakes her head, taking a bite of the pretzel instead. Breaking off a piece of pretzel, she crouches down next to our son and hands it to him, showing him how to feed it to the ducks waddling around them.

Watching Lauren with Eric was like watching a dream come true. We talked a lot about dreams, it was Lauren’s thing, and I might sound like a pussy but it was becoming my thing too. I loved the nights we lay in bed after screwing each other senseless where Lauren would tell me all her dreams. Her dreams became my dreams, and I vowed to make our dreams come true. Every last one of them, and after all her dreams come true, I’ll make her dream some more.

“Let’s have another,” I blurt.

“Another what?” she asks as she breaks off another piece of the pretzel. “There is plenty here,” she adds, naively holding up half of the pretzel.

“Let’s make another baby,” I clarify, pulling off my sunglasses and turning my hat around so when she lifts her head and stares into my eyes she’ll see I’m serious.

Eric tugged on her hand, wanting to go closer to the ducks and she lost her footing for a second. She lifts Eric into her arms as she rises to her feet and pins me with her wide baby blues.

“Are you serious?” she questions, Eric on her hip, trying to lean down and feed the ducks some more. I swear my heart fucking threatened to explode.

I nod, clearing my throat before flashing her a grin and wiggling my eyebrows in suggestion.

“Come on, Kitten, let’s make another Pea,” I coax, stepping closer to her and taking her hand, pulling her against me. “Think of all the fun we’ll have trying.”

“We didn’t have to try too hard for Eric,” she reminds me. “What if we get pregnant right away?”

“Even better,” I say, bending my head to kiss her neck. “I love it when you’re pregnant, you’re fucking insatiable.”

She swats my shoulder.

“Watch it,” she warns.

“Right, I forgot. You’re ducking insatiable,” I correct, appeasing her of no cursing in front of the baby rule. We duck a lot around here.

She laughs.

Best ducking sound ever.

What do you say, Kitten?” I ask, pulling back and bending my knees so we’re eye level. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she stares back at me silently for a few moments.

“I hope you got enough sleep last night, Tiger,” she teases, her lips spreading into a smile. “It’s going to be a long night.”

Cupping her chin with my hand, I bring her mouth to mine, smiling against her lips as I kiss her.

“Bet your ass it is.”

Yeah, there was going to be a whole lot of ducking going on for Kitten and Tiger.

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