Page 83 of Grump Daddy's Baby

She’s a constant on my mind. Always freely floating around in there, and I can’t wait to get home when I’m gone. I’m barely able to wait to sit through meetings or conference calls when I’m away.

Molly is this entity that calls me back like a siren and I’m all caught up in its web of magic. It’s where my sanity and my peace lie.

When I’m at home with my girls and my woman I want for nothing else. Only to support, love, and protect them.

Love.

Is that where we’re at now?

As much as the old me wants to shove that thought away, it’s become evident that I’m falling for this woman. That I’d never freely give her up in any capacity because I feel tightly bound to her. It’s as though she’s that saving grace I was looking for all these years. Someone to challenge the broken pieces of me to fuse back together. I was a man who kept to himself and didn’t expect to move forward into a future with someone else.

And now I’m exactly where I want to be.

Molly stirs next to me, curled up against my body as she breathes softly in her sleep. My palm gently strokes her stomach, the makings of what I’m starting to believe is the result of my subconscious trying to tie her to me forever.

I’m not sure if that’s a thing.

All I know is that, eventually, Molly won’t need to be here anymore as the nanny. And the thought of that drives me insane.

So maybe I’m to blame for getting her pregnant—I mean, it’s at least half my fault—and causing her to freak out yesterday.

“You’re still here?” she mutters, alluding to the fact that she still believes I’m going to run from this.

I can’t blame her.

I made my plan perfectly clear with her from the start. I didn’t pussyfoot around it and claim that I was open to the possibility of a relationship.

And, while Molly respected the hell out of it, I couldn’t seem to. I broke my own rules quicker than a women’s shoe sale and Molly’s still been on the straight and narrow with my requests.

Maybe she doesn’t want a relationship either.

“Who else would be pressed up against you in the morning, Molly?” I ask, dragging her closer so that her ass is lined up with my morning wood. “Would you replace me that quickly?”

“I dunno. The grocery bagger who’s fresh out of high school has been making goo-goo eyes at me lately.”

Punk.

“I think he doesn’t stand a chance,” I offer honestly, leaning in to smell the coconut of her hair. “You’d fuck him so good, baby…you might kill him.” I feel the slight and silent chuckle rumble against my body as she continues to lie there with her eyes closed. “I meant what I said. I’m not leaving you.”

She bobs her head in response, but it’s not good enough for me. I don’t want her to go through being uncertain when she’s pregnant. I want her to be happy and excited. To worry about all the mom shit and start thinking about names and shit.

Not that I’m going to be an asshole and leave her over things I’ve said that aren’t relevant anymore.

“I heard you,” she replies softly. “I just…I don’t know.”

“You think you’re not going to be a good mom?” She lifts her shoulders. “Molly, you areamazingwith my girls. You’re better than me. They want to hang out with you over my old ass.”

She chuckles. “You’re notthatold.”

I lightly pinch her upper thigh and she squeals and kicks to get me off. “I’m notold, baby. Do you need the reminder?”

“Yes.”

I smile against her hair. “I think you need some punishment for talkin’ to me like that.”

Molly presses her plump little ass against me even more, coaxing me to give her exactly what she wants. “Think you can manage that, Mr. Wolfe?”

No.

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