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"So, you two finally worked out that you are crazy for each other," Harley points out with a smirk while wiping a messy-faced Jake, who giggles.

"Yeah, we did," Elliot answers for me, making me blush.

"The sex is not bad either," I say and then eat a strawberry from the selection of fruit Harley got out for Jake.

"We heard," Harley deadpans, but I see the little smile while Elliot glares at me.

"Not bad?"

"Yes. It. Was. Not. Bad." I wink when he comes over and kisses me. The kiss is passionate and deep, making me inwardly moan while holding onto his shirt.

"Guys, there’re children here," Harley shouts, and Elliot pulls away, leaving me dazed.

"I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not. Jake’s a baby, he won't remember," Elliot says, going back to his cooking.

"His parents are just as bad," Blake points out, with his head lying on his arms on the table.

"Let's go back to bed, babe." Izzy sighs, running her hand through Blake's blond hair.

"Sure." He yawns, taking her hand, and they wave goodbye.

I walk over, waving Harley away as I pick up Jake and blow a kiss on his tummy, making him laugh.

"There's my little heartbreaker,” I say as he wraps his little arms around my neck.

"Heartbreaker?" Harley questions, eating an apple.

"Yeah, he is so good-looking now that I know he will break a lot of hearts when he is older." I wink, which causes Harley to laugh. I cuddle Jake for a bit, and he makes a lot of ‘gah, gah’ noises. I’m sure it won’t be long until he starts talking. Hopefully, his first word is ‘Auntie Allie,’ or just ‘Allie.’

"I'm taking him to play with his toys for a bit." Harley takes Jake from me and walks out.

"Here you go." Elliot slides a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast in front of me.

"Thanks," I say, taking a bite and moaning while I notice Elliot is staring at me.

"This is so tasty. Honestly, you've got me forever if you cook for me," I joke with a smile.

"Then I will never stop cooking for you, angel," Elliot says seriously, making my heart skip a beat before he goes back to cooking.

Chapter 17

Elliot

"So, where are we going?" Allie asks, sitting next to me in my truck. I chose the truck for a reason and, fuck, even if I didn't, it was fun to watch Allie get in, refusing my help. It took her around five minutes before I lifted her by her bum and put her in. She glared at me until I gave her the rose I had picked out earlier for her.This girl has sent me to the damn flower shop twice in one month. Harley thinks it’s hilarious.

"Bowling and then a surprise," I say with a smirk.

"You might want to rethink that, I’m awesome at bowling." She winks at me.

I take her hand in mine while I say, "So am I, but this is our third date. The one I had planned for us before–" I stop, not needing to finish that sentence.

“You wouldn’t have wanted to date me if you took me bowling before we had sex. Please remember how good I am in bed when I kick your ass.” She winks at me, and I look back at the road with a chuckle. I'm a little competitive, but hearing Allie and how she thinks she can beat me is just turning me on. I hate to lose. There's no way she can beat me.

“You can’t beat me.” I put my hand on her knee as she laughs.

"We will see. Blake and Tristan refuse to go with me anymore. Izzy doesn't care if I beat her, but the boys seem to have trouble losing,"she mutters, clearly annoyed with them.

I laugh and kiss her hand before letting go to drive. We chat a little before I pull up at the bowling place. We rent our shoes and choose a lane. I order us some glasses of Coke as we decide to eat after a game.

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