Page 118 of Hunted, Season Three

“Kid always does,” she snarkily sneers.

“And that’s why his assusuallydoes the shoppin’.”

Usually, because today I couldn’t.

Posie’s new car – that her fiancé Paolo bought her – needed more work than we thought, so I stayed in the shop later than I planned.

Despite having two hands in there most of the time now – Nolan’s hired a contractor tower to decrease his hours there – we’re rarely not running behind.

I mean…I’m grateful for the work – this whole havin’ a baby thing is expensive even when you’ve got green – but I miss the down time to have withthem.

Watching movies in bed.

Makingthem.

Watching what we made a couple hours later ultimately delaying dinner or dishes or deciding on shit like flooring.

While I don’t miss that McAdams shit even a little…I do miss the requirements to stay locked in having sex all day.

Maybe once our little guy is born, we can hire an extra hand for the shop too.

That way we canallbe hands onat the same time.

And I wanna be a hands on dad.

I look forward to it.

The feeding.

The holding.

The changing his flat – um –diaper.

Bouncing him while she finishes putting gloss on her lips or in between making Mutt his morning coffee.

I can’t wait to kiss his forehead before he goes to sleep.

His cheek when he wakes up crying.

Blow raspberries on his stomach just to hear him laugh.

Crazy thing is I never saw myself becoming a dad, but now that I’m going to be one?

I can’t imagine myself being anything else.

“Let me help,” whines Bunny on a bounce, curvy body damn near tumbling out of the barstool she can barely fit on at the moment.“I need to help.”She quickly dusts her fingers off onto the space in front of her.“Not doing anything, anywhere, is killing me.”

Yeah…she’s not handling the whole “no work” until after our little dude pops out thing very well.

It wasdoctor’sorders.

Doctor’s orders that I swore for a sec might cost her her best friend.

Otherbest friend.

While we had a lot of stress and strain and trauma during the early days of her preggerness – due to the McNightmares – the middle part had a bit too – way to go wedding and house shit – so now that we’re at the end Valdemandedshe backseat everything besides taking it easy.

Apparently non-car movie marathons and eating her weight in macaroni and cheese between going to O town isn’t enough.

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