Page 114 of Hunted, Season Three

I love that it reflectshimthe same way the playful but formal attire Kid picked out mirrors himself.

And what I love even more is that they each had a separate “father, son” like shopping trip with Demián to acquire them.

The Garcias –all four of them– have become family.

Val for her doctor meets bestie meets future auntie level of care.

Garcia – Vic – for everything he’s done in the past as well as everything he helped setup for us and our little one to have asafe, stalker free, along with prison free, future.

Demián and Eva for not only taking over wardrobe prep – he took them, she took me, Posie, and Val on a pampering excursion to find whatIwanted for our special day – but for taking over the entire cost of this and a mini beachside honeymoon.

After recovering from ending last year in literal flames, we took a couple days as a whole to talk.

Actually.Talk.

We discussed what we saw in our futures – togetherandseparately.

We went over the house and new office plans – which included eventually hiring help so they could be present in our child’s life.

We talked about baby names, baby prep, and lastly what sort of celebration we wanted for both our bundle of joy – who managed to survive all the trauma unscathed – and for uniting us.

We came to the collective consensus that what we wanted was something small butawayfrom the town itself, so over dinner one night, when Garcia suggested his parents’ beautiful backyard – the backyard to the place where we got engaged – it sounded perfect.

We were so grateful when they said yes, but flabbergasted when they offered to pay for it all.

Our refusal fell on deaf ears yet our requests – blue velvet cake, bright colorful bouquets of flowers, a limited number of guests – were all welcomed with open arms.

Jokes that their kids may never get married while they’re still alive to witness it were at the forefront of everything, but honestly?

It was easy to see that they have always viewed Nolan like anadditionalson.

And caring for him,giving hima special day, was all they were trying to do.

Which they definitely succeeded in.

As grumpy as he isnow, he’s been all smiles the rest of the day.

The only time I’ve seen him smile more was when we discovered Iamactually having a boy.

Ugh.

The amount of gloating I suffered through had me threatening not to walk down the aisle with them at all.

Theyimmediatelycalled my bluff creating a very long, very sticky drive back to Death Canyon that afternoon.

I actually don’t mind that we’re having a little guy.

You know…as long as no one tries to name him Jr.

“Mutt…” leaves me in a soft, sweet, seductive tone alongside a small sway of my lace front, boho gown that flatters my five-month pregnant stomach.“Please…”

Grumbles of unhappiness precede another sip of his beer.“Promise you’ll beg me like that later tonight, you dirty, little whore, and I just might.”

It’s impossible not to whimper, but thankfully, the person approaching is one welcomed to hear it.“I love when our wife makes that sound.”Kid slides an arm around my lower back and flashes our husband a mischievous grin.“Have her make it again, Sir.”

This time it’s Nolan who releases a low note to express unsated hunger.

We didn’t wake up all together in our bed this morning.

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