Page 13 of Allie's Enforcer

My wife leans back and glares at me. “Your son is nine pounds and three ounces.” Is that small? I have no idea what size humans usually start off. I stare back at her in confusion. “He’s huge for a newborn.” Oh. “But he’s so perfect.”

“Absolutely perfect.” I wrap my arms around her shoulders and feel her melt against my side. “We can try again and see if we get a tiny little girl next time.”

“Can we at least wait until I get out of the hospital from having number one before we plan number two?” my wife grumbles.

“If you insist, but we have to get to work if we’re going to fill up the house with little ones.” I fucking loved watching my wife grow large carrying our child. I plan to keep her that way for the foreseeable future. “I’m not stopping until we get that little girl.”

“Are you disappointed in having a son?”

Worry fills her tired eyes, and I wrap my hands around her soft face. “Not at all. He’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. I just look forward to having a little miniature of my gorgeous wife. I love you, honey bun.”

“I love you, too, king stud, but I think I’ll need a little break before we work on your plan to repopulate the world.”

Nine Years Later

Morgan textsme pictures of my husband losing his shit over his niece’s hockey game. It’s freaking hilarious. You’d think Arina was in the NHL the way he’s yelling at refs and making a fool of himself. Luckily, most of the residents in Silver Spoon Falls are used to his antics.

After spending five years playing for the Falcons, Miles decided to take the assistant coaching position when Aaron Harris retired. He still has to travel with the team, but at least he isn’t getting pounded daily.

It took a while, but we managed to find a way to make his busy travel schedule work with our family.

I refused to work full-time and miss my children growing up, so I asked my partners to help me out. Maddie and Scarlett agreed to hire more part-time employees, and we all take turns checking on Gatsby Books, but our main focus is our families.

Morgan

My brother is giving everyone quite the show tonight. He challenged the coach to meet him out back after the game.

Me

Don’t let him end up in jail.

Morgan

I’ll try but no promises. How’s the little princess doing?

Me

She’s already spoiled rotten. My husband might need an intervention if he doesn’t stop spoiling her.

Morgan

It took four tries to get his little girl. He’s had nine years to plan this.

Before I’mable to respond to my sister-in-law, Isla cranks up. Her little mews progress to outright screams within a few seconds, and I glance at the clock to see if it’s time to feed her.

Me

Gotta go. The princess is demanding attention. Please send more pictures and keep my husband out of trouble.

Morgan

Pictures? Yes. Husband control? We’ll see. That’s asking a lot.

After sendinga thumbs up to my sister-in-law, I place my phone on the dresser before lifting my six-week-old daughter from the bassinet attached to our bed.

All the boys slept in their own rooms from the time they came home from the hospital, but Miles put his foot down when I tried to do the same thing with his little angel.

Overprotective doesn’t even begin to describe my husband right now. He absolutely loves each of our sons, but he’s totally nuts over our daughter. I almost feel sorry for any boys who try to date her in the future. Between my crazy husband and all his friends, not to mention our older three sons, prospective love interests have no idea the hoops they’ll have to jump through before they can get within a mile of Isla.

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