Page 37 of Giving It to the Man-Whore

“Don’t worry. Sit, eat, enjoy. I can grab my dinner.”

He grabbed his bowl of pasta and joined her at the table.

“Prue’s agreed to date Big Ricky,” he said, causing her to stop reading and look toward him. She closed the magazine and gave him her full attention. “She told Saint that you said to be careful.”

“I did. She already knew to stay away from him. I just … reaffirmed it.”

“Yeah, well she’s one heck of a negotiator,” Pea said, spearing a piece of pasta with his fork.

“What do you mean?”

“She got him to agree to all of the club becoming members of the library.”

Mel laughed. “You’re already a member.”

“I know. The entire club will be, and we have to help with funding the repairs. She didn’t ask for anything personal, though. No date with one of the bikers after, or money.”

“Prue loves her library. She’s not the kind of girl to date one guy and ask for another from someone else.”

“I didn’t think she was.”

“So she agreed?” Mel asked.

“Yeah, she did.”

Mel paused in eating. “Do you really think it’s safe for her?”

“I hope so. One of the guys will be there. You know, to protect her if she needs it.”

He saw the worry on Mel’s face. “I won’t let anything happen to her.”

“You’re going to be one of the guys keeping an eye on her?”

“If that will make you feel better,” he said. He’d do anything for her. “Vanilla is going to be there.”

“Oh, then okay. I don’t like the thought of her being hurt or afraid.”

He reached out, taking her hand. “I promise you, Mel. We won’t let it.”

She smiled at him. “I know.” She then leaned over, and kissed his lips. “I was reading today that at some point our baby is going to move.”

“It is?” Pea asked. “Well of course it is, it’s a baby.” He glanced down at her stomach, which wasn’t all that big yet. “Do you ever just think wow? We made a baby.”

“It’s kind of crazy, isn’t it? The sex part was awesome, and now we’re going to be parents, and making a tiny person who’ll grow up to an adult.”

“We better not fuck this kid up,” he said, laughing.

“Yeah. Do you think we should put a ban on curse words in the house?”

“The only exception is our bedroom?” he asked.

“Yeah, I like that idea. I don’t want him to go to school and fuck, cunt, bastard, being his choice of words for someone who pisses him off,” she said, touching her stomach.

“You think it’s going to be a boy?”

“I don’t know. Do you want a boy?”

“Mel, I just want a healthy wife and kid. That’s all I ask for.”

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