Page 112 of Destined Lovers

“Probably for the best. You’re being reckless, not locking the door.”

He smirks. “I had no time. She came into the office like a wrecking ball. Pregnancy hormones are no joke. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had.” He smiles dreamily, like a teenage boy.

“When the hell are you going to marry her already?”

“Fuck if I know. Last year if it were up to me, but she doesn’t want to be pregnant or ‘fat’ and when I tried to explain to her she’s not fat, she’s pregnant, she chews me a new one. So it’s looking like next summer at this point since she also wants a summer wedding.”

Wills’s phone rings. “It’s the nanny. Hold on a second.” and puts up his finger, signaling one second.

“Hello, Kathryn. Is everything okay?” he pauses and then rolls his eyes. “No, that’s it. I’m getting a housekeeper whether she likes it or not. Do not clean one more thing; that is not your job. Just watch my princess and Buddy. I’ll take care of the rest.” He nods, then hangs up.

“What the hell was that about?” he puts his finger back up and brings his phone back to his ear.

“Sadie,” Wills barely gets her name out before he pulls back the phone so he doesn’t lose an eardrum from the screaming coming down the line.

Something must be wrong. Sadie doesn’t scream. Ever.

“Too bad, beautiful, it’s happening, so wrap that pretty little head around it. You will not fight me over this.” I hear more screaming, and then she hangs up.

“Just kill me now, please,” he throws his head back against the wall and rubs his temples.

“What the hell was that about?”

“The other side of the hormones.” He deadpans.

I try, but it’s hard to hide my laughter at his dramatics. “Care to elaborate?”

“Sadie has never wanted a housekeeper, even though we both work full time. Kathryn was hired to watch Charlotte and sometimes the dog. Nothing more, nothing less. But since Sadie is about to pop, it’s been harder on her, so sometimes Kathryn helps out. She’s just called to tell me the vacuum broke, and I’m not having it anymore. The girl already does too much for us. I’m hiring a housekeeper. End of. I’ll endure the wrath of Sadie if I need to.”

I can’t hold it any longer. He’s going to drive himself crazy in that house surrounded by all girls.

“It’s not fucking funny, Dec. I can’t keep up with her anymore, it’s either she’s horny or mad. Or both. Which sounds great in theory, but trust me. It’s not. Add to it that now Charlotte is all sassy and demanding, and I don’t know how to tell her no, so in return, I’ll raise a spoiled brat because I’m too weak to discipline her. It’s all going downhill.”

“What’s going downhill?” Jackson asks as he walks into my office.

“My life,” Wills cries.

Jackson leans down and rubs Wills’s stomach. “Oh yeah, old man, you’re going downhill. Is that a gut, I feel?” I burst out laughing. He’s going to push Wills over the edge. Wills is obsessed with keeping his retirement body better than it was during his rugby days.

Wills jumps up, “This is not funny!” He yells, only making us laugh harder. “I hate you both. Can’t stand either of your faces, honestly.”

“Awe, don’t be such a baby. We love you,” Jackson smiles and bats his eyelashes.

“Goodbye, arseholes.” He turns and leaves, slamming the door behind him. Not even a second later, he’s back.

“I’m coming over later for the match. Sadie has something on with the girls,” Wills tells Jackson like he’s not had a fit only five seconds ago.

He then turns to me. “I forgot. You need to call Sadie. Maeve wants to stay longer because they’re going to the cinema tonight. Sadie has gotten invited to a premier, and they’re all excited. I heard them talking this morning that they plan to go shopping after Maeve’s speech therapy.”

“Aye,” I nod. Not able to say more without sounding like a jealous sod.

“Are you coming to Jackson’s, or are you still being shady?”

“Still being shady.” I shrug. I’m not getting into it, so I divert the conversation. “I tried to call Maeve last night and this morning, and I was rushed off both times. It’s like she moved from Ireland to live with you, not me.” I huff. Fine, maybe I’m jealous a bit.

Because of our age gap, we only lived together when Maeve was a baby. So, I thought we would spend more time together now that she’s older and moved in. But what eighteen-year-old wants to spend time with her older brother when she could be with her fun new besties?

“She could move in. She likes being with the girls, and we wouldn’t mind. We’re practically neighbors anyway. It wouldn’t make a difference.” Although bummed Maeve would prefer to be there, I smile, thankful for his thoughtfulness.

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