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“Yeah, but I thought it time to turn the tables. I want to see you blushing, instead of me,” she teases, resting her head on my shoulder.
“Not gonna happen,” I say.
“What if I said . . .” She pauses to think of the best way to say whatever’s in her head. Unluckily for you, my Baby Girl, there’s very little in this world that will make me blush. “Well, is now the right time to tell you that I’m not on the pill?”
And where she says it with a playfulness that matches her smile, my heart starts beating harder in my chest.
“You’re not?” I gulp.
“Nope. Until yesterday, I was a virgin, remember?” She crinkles her nose at me. “There wasn’t really a need for it.”
“That’s . . .” Wide-eyed and smiling, I can’t look away from her. “The best news I could’ve gotten today, and I just beat the shit out of someone following you around.”
Carrie squirms against my side, squealing delighted that the news didn’t upset me. How could it? I’ve already made my peace with the fact that my life is now dedicated in service to her. Starting a family with the girl of my dreams seems like the next logical step.
Well, maybe moving out of this bar should be the first step.
“I guess you could be a daddy in more ways than one soon,” she says, and pulls herself on top of me again. “But just to make sure, how about another round?”
My cock’s already in her grip, inching ever closer to her hole.
“I could never say no to you, Baby Girl. You know that,” I say.
She leans in close again, and we kiss. No, that’s wrong. Our mouths make a special kind of love all by themselves, marking the beginning of our lives together.
EPILOGUE
CARRIE
Six Months Later
The Stoneworks Bar feels different now.
The old wooden counter and chairs, the murmuring crowd all here in hopes they get a glimpse of my man beating the snot out of someone, the stereo system hanging overhead playing the same old songs it always has … once upon a time, it was my escape.
Now? It’s home.
Soon, I won’t be here as often. Judge knows it, and Frasier too. Our daughter will be here in a month, and I’ll spend most of my days at home with her. Knowing Judge, he’ll be right alongside me, shirking his responsibilities here, to be with his family.
And that’s why I love him.
I glance across the room, drinking it all in. After a long look, my eyes fall to Judge at the bar. He’s staring at me, but I’ve gottenused to it. The closer we get to our child arriving, the harder it’s become for him to look away from me.
And I freaking love it.
“You should take a picture,” I say, feeling a naughty smirk growing on my face. “Then you really won’t ever have to look away.”
“Yeah, but then you’d get jealous of a picture, and I’d have to beat up the phone because it made you feel bad.” He winks at me.
“You’ve got a point there,” I press a finger against my chin, as if contemplating some deep thought. “And we probably shouldn’t add a phone to our bills this close to baby time.”
We laugh together, and I can even hear Frasier snickering behind his newspaper.
“Old man,” Judge says, and yanks the newspaper out of Frasier’s hands. He looks flustered and annoyed for a second, but that’s probably because he already knows what’s coming. “I think we’re gonna head out for the night. You gonna be able to handle this place yourself, or should I ask Laura?”
“Old man?” Frasier grumbles. “Keep talking to me like that, and I’ll show you what thisold manis capable of.”
“Pulling your back out when you try to swing at me?”
