Page 208 of Duty and Desire
For a man like Mo, there was no coming back from that.
Not while he was around.
With that hundred bucks, he took Alex, Dante and Cesar to the batting cages.
As an aside, I’d lost my nephews to their big, badass, commando Uncle Mo. They worshipped him.
I didn’t mind.
I totally got that he was way more fun to wrestle with.
Especially when he didn’t let you win.
Leaning against the wall, after I pulled it together, and after Mo was done sing-talking, I moved into the hall then to the doorway to Pooks’s room.
I rested a shoulder against the jamb.
My mound of hunkalicious husband was in the rocker, the long trunks of his legs stretched out, ankles crossed, using his heel to rock the little bundle in a pink polka-dot onesie held belly and cheek to his wide chest with his hand on her tiny diapered bootie.
Her eyes were closed.
I looked to my man.
“She’s asleep,” I whispered.
“I know,” he whispered back.
Of course he knew.
I said not another word.
I simply smiled at my husband holding our little girl and experienced something I experienced a lot from the minute I met Mo Morrison.
Falling a little deeper in love with him.
Then I left Daddy with his princess, his moon and stars…
And walked to our room.
The End
