Page 21 of Honor Me (Men of Inked 6)
“Does that happen often?” His mouth gaped open.
I scrunched up my face when I climbed into the passenger seat. “More than you wish it did.”
He rubbed his forehead before pressing on his eyes. “Maybe I need to rethink this baby thing.”
“Did you talk to Georgia last night?” I had completely forgotten to message her and give her a heads-up.
He nodded slowly and started the engine. “Yeah. We had a long talk.”
Pulling down the visor, I checked my makeup. “And?”
“She said she’s ready to start trying.”
“Oh my God,” I squealed and clapped my hands like a crazy woman. “This makes me so happy.”
He gave me a sideways glance. “Why do women get happy about that shit?”
“Because it means our babies can play together. Maybe you’ll have boys and they can get married.”
Okay. Clearly, I’m getting way ahead of myself. But I always had a dream, a fairy tale of sorts, where my children would marry the children of my friends. Once kids got hitched, the parents were locked together for eternity too. The Gallos were perfect, but they got stuck with my parents. They are not a gift in anyone’s life.
“Um, yeah, maybe.” He shrugged. “Let us get pregnant first before we start planning a ceremony, okay?”
“Okay.” I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. When I’d pushed Frisco and Georgia toward each other, I knew they’d be perfect together. I knew it in my core, even though it took a lot of convincing and underhanded actions on my part. It was worth it because now they’re going to have a baby.
“City seemed a little preoccupied when he left this morning. Did he see something last night?”
“Um,” I mumbled and twisted my hands in my lap. “No.”
“Everything okay?” He looked over at me and frowned.
“We’re perfect.”
“Then why are you fidgeting all of a sudden?”
My hands stopped moving. “I didn’t notice I was. Sorry.”
He didn’t push again, and I stared out the window and thought about my husband. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Men get it done all the time.
I looked over at him and pulled at my lip. “Let me ask you this, Frisco. ’Cause you’re a man.”
“Last time I checked, I was.” He laughed softly.
“Men,” I muttered under my breath. “What’s the big deal about vasectomies?”
His head jerked backward and his eyes met mine. “As in, a knife near my balls vasectomy?”
I nodded and shrugged at the same time and probably looked like a moron. “I think that’s the only kind.”
“I think I answered it.”
“How?” I asked, confused.
His hands tightened around the steering wheel, and he kept his eyes pinned to the road. “I just said it… It’s a knife near a man’s most private area.”
“You mean, favorite area.” I rolled my eyes. Was every man a pussy?
“Same thing.”
“So what? Women go through worse than that in childbirth. It takes five minutes to get the procedure done, and they use like two stitches to close the incision.”
He trembled. “The fact that you need a stitch says the cut is way too big.”
“Oh, for Jesus’s sake. When I had my episiotomy when Gigi was born, I don’t even know how many stitches they used to sew me shut.”
His eyebrows squished together, almost meeting the wrinkle in his nose. “What the fuck is that?”
“Sometimes, the baby doesn’t have enough room to come out. So they have to—”
“Stop!”
My head tipped to the side as I stared at him. “I didn’t get to the grossest part.”
“You said enough.”
“Well, it makes a vasectomy look like a splinter.”
“I’ve never had a splinter on my junk, so I wouldn’t know.”
“You’re all babies.”
“I can take a punch to the face, a knife to the gut, hell, even a gunshot…but don’t even think about cutting open my stuff.”
I rolled my eyes and exhaled. He was just like the rest of them. Even my manly husband would need some convincing. I’d always thought of him as a superhero, but every single one of them had a weakness. His wasn’t kryptonite. Nope, it was a knife near his “junk,” as Frisco said.
I’d just have to find a way to make it worth his while. If that didn’t work, I’d scare the heck out of him and make him run to the nearest doctor’s office. Either way…it was going to happen.
Seeing Red
Joe
“Are we good to go for the Fourth?” I asked Thomas over the phone on my way home from work.
Suzy wanted a party, and she started planning early, before I got the go-ahead from the security team. Sometimes she did that…got ahead of herself.
“Yeah. Everyone is coming—even Tank, Bear, and a few others. We should be covered. If someone tries something there, they’d be a fucking moron and dead to boot.”
“Good. She already bought an ass-load of decorations. I would have hated to tell her we had to cancel everything. Any leads yet?”
“I heard it was Rooster and Cowboy who were released on technicalities.”
“And they are?”
“Two people that I never wanted to see the light of day. Fuck.”
I grimaced as a knot formed in my stomach. “Text everyone their photos.”
“On it.”
“I’m pulling in. I’ll catch you later.”
“Did Suzy really ask you for a vasectomy, man?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. Information moved fast in the Gallo family. “Yeah,” I mumbled.
“Do it,” he replied sternly.
“What?”
“I did it last year. It’s no big deal. It’s like a paper cut.”
“On my balls.”
“Don’t be a pussy, Joe. It’ll make your woman happy.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Do you want more kids?” he asked.
My head lurched back at the thought of more children running around the house. “Fuck no. Three girls are enough for me. I’ll be in a grave early because of them as it is.”
“Then get it taken care of.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fuck off.”
“Love you,” I told him as I disconnected the Bluetooth and ended our conversation.
* * *
“So did you think about it?” Suzy asked as she scrubbed my back with her shower scrunchie.
My head hung down and I stared at the bubbles washing down the drain. “I did.”
Her hand stilled between my shoulder blades. “Will you do it for me?”
“I’ll think about it, sugar.” I figured I could buy myself some time before I’d have to go under the knife. I’d do it for her. I’d do anything for her, but I needed time to process this decision.
“Do you want more babies?”
“Do you?”
“No. I don’t think I could go through another birth or another round of postpartum depression. I’m happy right now. We have three beautiful girls, and I couldn’t imagine another.”
“They are pretty amazing, aren’t they?”
“They are.” She sighed and started to move the strawberry-scented shower gel around my back.
“You know there’s no going back once I get it done.”
She ducked under my arm and stood in front of me. “I won’t change my mind. I don’t want another baby, Joe.”
Reaching up, I grabbed the sponge from her hand and kissed her lips. The water splashed over us. “I’ll give you an answer soon,” I whispered.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her tits against my chest. Her hand slid down my torso and she fisted my cock. “You like that, baby?” she asked in a sultry voice.
My eyes closed. “I do.”
“Then get a freakin’ vasectomy if you ever want to feel it inside my body again
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