Page 130 of Riot's Thorn
“Parker?” I tip her chin up, admiring how beautiful she looks with tiny drops of water collecting in her hair. “You’re mine, and so is this baby. I’ll protect and take care of you both for all the days of my life. I can promise you that.”
That makes her grin. “I know you will. Take all the time you need.”
The urge to flee dissipates, and now, all I want is her. “I changed my mind. I think I’ll try and put another baby in you instead.”
“Lucas Wise, did you smile and crack a joke all in the same day?”
“I joke and smile.” I don’t, but I can’t admit it because what kind of sociopath doesn’t even smile?
“Okay, sure.”
I shut her up with a kiss, flipping the shower head to the rain feature. In seconds, we’re soaked from head to toe, our lips locked and tongues tangled. It’s a perfect moment.
“Say it again,” I say.
“Say what?” she asks, and I pin her with a look that makes her giggle. “I’m yours.”
“And our baby?”
“Our baby is yours.”
“But Bart. . .” Those are the only words I can get out because if I think about what he did to Parker, especially knowing she’s pregnant, I’ll go to a dark place.
“I haven’t seen an OB yet, but the pee stick came back positive. That happened right after the club, so there wasn’t much in there to get hurt.”
“I’ll call Monroe. She’s the lady doctor over at the Honey Pot, but she has a real practice. She’s good.”
“Okay. Sure.” We hold each other under the spray of water for a long moment as I try to wrap my head around all the change. It’s overwhelming, but then something else comes to mind.
“Little Thorn?”
“Yeah, Riot?”
“You let me fuck you in the ass knowing you’re pregnant,” I say, accusation in my tone.
“I don’t know a lot about pregnancy, but I don’t think ass play is off the table.”
“I better go watch a couple of videos.” I move past her, stepping out of the shower while mumbling my questions.
“You don’t need to do it right now,” Parker calls out, but I’m already wrapped in a towel and heading out of the bathroom. “Come back! You said you wanted to try and put another baby in me! Riot!”
The End
EPILOGUE
PARKER
“Get out of the way.” Riot pushes through the group of people welcoming us home from the hospital. “Move!”
“Parker, he’s beautiful,” Tinleigh gushes, reaching out to stroke the beanie-covered head of my newborn.
“Don’t touch him. His immune system is shit, and I don’t know when you last washed your hands,” Riot says, making me roll my eyes.
“I washed them right before you came in the door because I was planning on holding him, you dick.”
“Hold him? You’re not holding him. No one is. He’s too fragile.”
I pushed this little guy out yesterday, and ever since, Riot has been a mess. The man knows more than any new parent should about all the things that can go wrong. I’m just glad the baby’s finally here, and I don’t have to listen to all the information he learned about pregnancy, labor, and delivery going wrong.
