Page 119 of Hunted, Season Three

She’s been – under the radar – extra pissy for the past nine days.

Started the same day she took out her tongue ring, claiming it was just adding to her increasing discomfort.

Not sure who wants him out more at this point.

Her or us.

We hate seeing her so damn miserable.

I prepare to immediately cave when Nolan shoots me a disapproving look.

Fuck, I know.

I know I should keep telling her no, but I’m tired of her frowning more than smiling.

He frowns all the time.

Having him continue to do it is just another Tuesday.

“You can cut the bread,” I cave, only to instantly be hit by grumbles of discontent.

“Yay!”

“But-”

“Less yay.”

“You have tositwhile you do it.”Putting the pot down on the hand knitted coaster we got from Suzie as a wedding gift is accompanied by a firm expression.“I want you to keep resting your poor swollen feet until we can properly soak ‘em after dinner, baby.”

“And fuck ‘em between soaks,” Nolan needlessly adds.

“Fine,” she pouts, puffy face somehow becoming even puffier during it.

“Try again, Rabbit.”

Her lack of retort receives his glare.

“Try again, Mrs.Nolan, or I will have the other Mr.Nolan revoke his previous offer.”

Kipp Nolan sounds pretty fucking strange still.

We’re talkin’ a Lotus engine in a Honda level of weird.

But I loved that he insisted Iaddit to mine versus completely changing.

That he insists on introducingbothofus with it.

And of course, getting to sign it to shit.

Plus, us all having the same last name as our son – who we have yet to agree on a name for – will come in handy too.

“Thank you, Kid,” Bunny lovingly corrects causing Nolan to return to his task.

I gingerly grin prior to pointing to the kitchen table that looks out onto our patio and a bit of our backyard.“Bread’s on the table.”She nods and stands while I lean over to whisper, “And thank you for having my rear, Mr.Nolan.”

“Oh, I’ve always got that…” A wolfish smirk slips into place.“Why don’t you bend over the counter and-”

“Guys…” our wife states with such horror in her voice it’s impossible not to snap our attention to her.“My water just broke.”

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