Page 125 of Sinful Skulls
By the time we get home, it’s almost morning.
We shower and then climb into bed. “What a long day,” I say, brushing Daisy’s hair behind her ear. “Thank you for everything you’ve been doing for the club. I want you to know that I see all that you do.”
“I loved seeing all of the old photos and videos tonight. You were such a cute kid. I hope our baby looks like you.”
“Me too,” I joke.
Her gaze bounces over my face. “I especially hope our baby has your eyes.”
I chuckle lightly. “Are you trying to tell me you want a baby? Is Aspen’s cuteness giving you baby fever? She’s so fucking tiny.”
Daisy takes my face in her hands. “I’m trying to tell you wearehaving a baby.”
“Yeah, of course we’ll have a baby. I told you I want kids.” I lift an eyebrow and rock my hips against her playfully. “We should start trying right now.”
“Brody …”
“Come on. We’ve been so busy, and I’ve missed you.” I dip my face into the crook of her neck.
“Apple.”
Instantly I stop, pulling away slowly.What the fuck? She used her safe word.
“We. Are. Having. A. Baby,” she enunciates each word slowly for my dumb ass, and then she places my hand on her stomach.
“What? When?”
“Brody, what do you mean when? We haven’t used protection since the night of our engagement.”
“Yeah, but I thought it would take longer to stuff you full of little people.”
She laughs.
I sit up straight. “Oh my god. We’re having a baby. We’re having a baby! The house isn’t big enough. I’m going to need to add on. And we need diapers. Did you see how many fucking diapers Willow has? A kid can’t really shit that much, can they?”
She takes my hands in hers. “Brody, look at me.”
When I do, she smiles.
“All the baby needs is love, and from what I saw tonight, they’re going to be surrounded by it.”
My forehead falls against hers. “You’re sure?”
She nods.
I grab her face and kiss her. She laughs when I push her against the mattress and proceed to pepper kisses all the way down her body, stopping over her stomach.
“Hello, little one. It’s your daddy.”
Daisy runs her fingers through my hair as she looks down her body to watch me.
“I can’t wait to meet you, but until then, I’m going to take real good care of mommy. You’re going to be eating like a king … or queen.” I place a kiss on her stomach. “I love you. Okay, so I’ll talk to you again tomorrow. It’s time for the mama to get some sleep.”
She giggles as I settle into the bed behind her.
“Go to sleep,” I order, bucking my hips against her backside.
“Yes, sir,” she murmurs sleepily.
