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My hand returns to her neck. “You better not be fucking with me, Colby.”
She laughs like this is funny until I squeeze, cutting off her oxygen. I earn a smack to the side of my head which is fine. She’s going to get one on her ass in a minute if she doesn’t stop fucking around.
“I’m not lying, I swear. I was late but I thought it was just from stress. I took a test last night…” Small hands glide to my cheeks. “…it was positive.”
Beautiful. So fucking beautiful as my wife glows with joy I don’t know if I should fuck her or spank her. “Why am I just finding this out now?”
She shudders in my arms. I sound pissed as hell because I am.
A sigh blows through her lips as she squares her shoulders back ready to battle. “I was shocked. I needed some time to get used to the idea. I mean we’re having ababy!”
The word hits me hard. Obviously, I know pregnancy leads to a baby. But for the two of us—sworn enemies for so long—to have a child about knocks the wind out of me. Instead I grin. “Yeah, buttercup, we are.”
A huge smile lights up her face, and she laughs, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t be excited. But I am.”
“Me too.”
Some of the humor fades away, and she reaches for me again. “Because it’s you.”
Fuck me. The enormity of her confession after all these years of battle rocks me hard. “I’ve always wanted this with you too.”
Her response is interrupted by the door slowly opening. A woman in grey scrubs finds us with wide eyes before she backtracks out way faster than she entered.
I look down, and it’s completely obvious what we’ve been doing.
“Oops.”
Colby’s tone confirms she doesn’t really give a damn. Nor do I. All I care about is my wife.
I set her gently on the carpet, holding on to ensure she’s steady on her feet.
“We better go find my mother.”
I nod and tuck myself back in my pants, while she bends to slip off her destroyed thong.
“Now I’m going to smell like sex.”
Back to old times with her already bitching at me. I grab her panties and shove them in my pocket. “Good. Then everyone knows you’re taken literally and figuratively.”
Once again she tries to grasp what I’ve taken and once again she loses.
“I was going to use them to clean up!”
I tug her to me and whisper in her ear. “I like you dirty, Hurricane.”
My assertion calms her struggling against my claim. I kiss her forehead and tuck her against me, as I lead her out to the next problem we’re going to conquer.
Together.
Declan
My bedroom door swings open violently, and my little brother Jonah stomps in with the palms of his hands smashed against his ears.
“Mom and Dad are fighting again.”
Ignoring my irritation that he didn’t knock as he’s been told a million times, I perk up at the news. This might be my chance to leave the house without Dad being on my ass about where I’m going and what I’m doing.
“Did he call her Hurricane?”
