Page 7 of If You Could Only Dream
He snorted again. “That’s what he has Aiden and Michael for,” he countered. “They’d pick up his slack. Jesus,” he groaned, “especially Aiden.”
I leaned up as best I could and started trailing kisses down the column of Gabriel’s neck. He moaned and my lips curved upwards. Gabriel was a sexy sonofabitch. “Well, how about you fuck me so hard, deep and uncontrollably, that I can’t help but praise to anyone who’ll listen, how well you take care of me?”
His hips automatically pushed against my center. “God, I love when you talk dirty,” he whispered against the exposed skin of my shoulder, then, ever so randomly, said, “I miss your sno-cone hair.”
I arched my neck so he could keep kissing my body. “I told you I wanted to look more professional.”
“And I told you Shane doesn’t give a shit,” he growled.
I was about to comment when Gabriel’s phone rang. “Shit,” he exhaled. “It’s Mason.”
Gabriel was already lifting himself off my body. Now, normally, he wouldn’t stop what we were doing to answer his phone, but Shane was so close to going into labor, we all answered our phones if the ringtone identified either Mason or Shane. Well, we did. I wasn’t too sure about everyone else.
I propped myself up onto my elbows as Gabriel held the phone to his ear. “What’s up?” I could see Gabriel’s body tense and butterflies fluttered around in my tummy.
This was it.
I just knew it.
“We’ll be right there,” he said into the phone. “And, Mase…breathe, dude. Just breathe.”
As soon as he hung up, I squealed, “Is Shane in labor?”
He turned to look at me and his smile took up his entire face. “Shane is, indeed, in labor and Mason is flipping the fuck out.”
Chapter 7
Michael Buchanan~
Sophia was probably going to divorce me.
It was only a matter of time before she went to see a divorce lawyer.
Or a Mafia hit man.
“Jeeze Louise, Michael,” she uttered. “You’re driving me insane.”
She was currently standing in front of the bathroom mirror trying to throw her hair up in a knot on top of her head, while I was on my knees in between her and the cabinets, with my arms wrapped around her waist and my head pressed up against her stomach. “Don’t care,” I replied…of course, not that she didn’t already know that.
“You don’t care if I go insane?” she deadpanned. “How are you going to explain a crazy wife?”
“The same way Aiden explains Dibtab and Gabriel explains Justice,” I deadpanned back. Shane wasn’t included because Shane was too special to be officially labeled as crazy.
“Ooooohhhhh, I’m going to tell them you said that,” Sophia threatened.
“And I’ll deny it,” I warned her.
She let out a deep sigh. “Seriously, Michael,” she said, trying again to bring reason into our household. “I cannot go the next six months with you wrapped around my person.” I had just found out yesterday that Sophia was pregnant, and I haven’t left her side since. Well, I let the woman go pee without me, but that was the extent of freedom I was allowing at this point.
After the shock and excitement had worn off, we agreed that we would wait a few days to tell everyone. Not that we didn’t want to share our news, but Shane was so close to popping, we didn’t want to usurp her big moment with news about our pregnancy. I was certain she’d pop within a week, so the news could wait until then.
“Pebble needs to know me and my voice just as much as it needs to know yours,” I retorted.
“Pebble?” She asked.
“Yeah, Pebble,” I confirmed. “You got a problem with that?”
Sophia laughed. “No, Crazy Man,” she chuckled. “I have no problem with it, at all. However, you still can’t just be attached to my stomach, Michael.”
