Page 196 of Stuck With You
She smiles. “Well, I think I need to make sure I get an A every time.”
“I’m proud of you.”
She rests her hands on my chest with her chin on top. “I hope it pays off. I applied for a new job today.”
My eyes roam her face. “You did?”
She nods. “Yeah. Krissy told me months ago about a bookkeeping job at the women’s clinic, and they still haven’t filled the position. I think I’d really like it, but the pay has to be right.”
I slip my hand under her shirt and drag my fingers up and down her spine. “Are you sure about giving up on the lawyer thing? I don’t want my issues with Macavoy to—”
She presses her finger to my lips. “Slade, I wanted to be a lawyer based on what I thought it would be like long before kids. The reality isn’t so great, at least for me. I’ve enjoyed the work, but a lot of it has to do with financial information.”
She shrugs. “I’m good at it. Finding a new job is about moving forward, but also, I can’t work with Griffin knowing he’s your father. It’s just. . .I love you and Krissy. I can’t separate that. Besides, if this job at the clinic works out, in a way, I’ll be helping women like I’ve always wanted to.”
I stare at her, so damn lucky to be here. “I love you.”
She presses a quick kiss to my lips. “I know.” She lays her head on my chest. “Thank you for putting the kids to bed.”
“Ollie wanted me to sleep with him tonight.”
“I can’t blame him.” I feel her smile. “You’re cuddly and warm and safe. He’s nervous about his T-Ball game.” Her head pops up. “You guys have to be chill tomorrow. You can’t intimidate the shit out of these little guys.”
I grunt. “We wouldn’t intimidate them. At least not the kids.” That asswipe of a coach is fair game.
She looks at me. “I saw you talking to the coach the other night at practice, all arms crossed and broody.”
“Just making sure we were on the same page.”
“Oh, really. What page is that?”
“He gives Ollie time to get his words out. If I catch him talking over him again or yelling, I make no promises.”
Her shoulders slump. “Fiiinnnne. You can intimidate the shit out of the coach, but onlyon Ollie’s behalf.”
I wrap my arms around her. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”
“Oh, I like it.” She smirks. “If you stand at the fence with Frankie on your shoulders again and growl a few times, all the other moms will like it, too.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Am I?” She looks toward the ceiling like she’s contemplating it. “You know what else I like?” She pushes her fingers through my hair.
I glare at her, waiting for me to take the bait. “What?”
“The fact that I know you can be anywhere, with all your blunt grouchiness, and you’re all mine.”
“Damn straight, but that coach better not look at your ass one more time, or he won’t see well enough again to pee in a straight line.”
She laughs and rolls off me.
She’s not going anywhere. I slide on top of her.
She grins. “And you call me ridiculous.”
“Just protecting what’s mine.” I tug her shirt up and over her head.
Her hands glide up my back. “Now, don’t go all Scar and end up in jail. I need you out here.”
