Page 508 of Hell Hath No Fury
“Right, how about you go plant that sexy ass of yours on your recliner?” he said, standing to his feet, holding out his hand. “I’m gonna make you breakfast, then I’m gonna rub your feet.”
I let him pull me up, and I wrapped my arms around his waist. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
* * *
One year later…
Pressure on my boobs forced me awake and I couldn’t stop a groan as I rolled onto my back and pain shot through my chest. “Harm?”
Glancing at the clock as I grabbed my boobs, I realized it was almost nine in the morning and Harm wasn’t in the bed next to me. I’d slept for almost ten hours. No wonder my tits were about to burst. I slid out of bed and padded down to the nursery, finding Harm sacked out in the rocking chair, our three-month-old daughter, Tallulah, whom we called ‘Tally,’ also just as sacked out over his shoulder.
Oh my god, he was so gorgeous. He had PJ pants slung low on his hips but otherwise, nothing else on. I saw an empty bottle sitting on the table beside him, so he must have woken up in themiddle of the night to feed her. The love I felt for the man really could not be measured, especially since we’d had our daughter.
Tally must have heard me because she blinked her eyes opened and smiled. A flood of milk instantly soaked my shirt, and I closed the distance between them.
Harm started awake and held Tally closer.
“Sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
He smiled sleepily up at me. “It’s all good. I fed her at four, so she’s probably ready for more.”
“My boobs certainly are,” I said, and we switched places. “Thank you for letting me sleep.”
“Of course.” He leaned down and kissed both of us. “I’m gonna go get coffee. You want some?”
“Yes, please.”
I settled Tallulah to my breast and reflected on the last year. Harm and I had been married in a sweet and intimate ceremony down by the Columbia River. I had nearly completely lost my composure when Baylor and Briggs informed me that they’d decided they’d like to change their name to Rivera but had gone even further by asking Harm to adopt them, totally emancipating themselves from Bryce.
They’d asked me to ask him, and it was the first time I’d seen my man shed any kind of tears. The second time was when Tallulah was born.
We were all well and truly free of Bryce and his interference.
Baylor had graduated and found a great position in Portland working for one of Harm’s biker brothers, Mack, while he completed law school. I’d worried a bit about nepotism, but Harm had assured me that Mack would have never hired him if he didn’t think Baylor was a right fit.
Briggs had decided he wanted to be close to his new sister, so he’d transferred down to WSU Vancouver for the new fall term, and Harm had insisted he move in with us. I had an unfinishedbasement, so his club had come in and finished it, giving Briggs essentially his own apartment with a separate entrance, and it saved us a mint on his living expenses.
It also meant he was close, and he was always available to babysit. Partly because he was onsite, and partly because he’d broken up with Delaney.
My pregnancy had been so much easier with Tally. Harm was seriously the best partner a woman could have. I never had to ask for anything. He took care of everything. I worked when I wanted to, and if I was feeling at all like I might be lightheaded or nauseous, I stayed home. There was never a question.
I realized pretty quickly into my pregnancy that most of my issues the first two times around were due to anxiety but having a relatively stress-free pregnancy with Tally made all the difference in the world.
Harm walked back in the room with a tray, laden with coffee, a bagel and cream cheese, and a giant jug of water.
“Have I told you how much I love you?” I asked.
He grinned. “Not today.”
“Well, let me rectify that.”
He leaned down to kiss me.
“I love you,” I said.
“Love you too, baby.” He fed me while I fed Tally and then asked, “You up for having another one?”
I glanced down at our angel, and she smiled up at me as she continued to eat. “Yeah, Harm, I’ll have another one.”
