Page 67 of Sparrow's Grace

Savannah

We had just hit the sixteen-week mark last week, and needless to say, when Zeke did something at my request, I watched as a tear slid down his handsome face.

We were lying in bed after making love, and I couldn’t get comfortable.

I tried, I really did.

Carefully, I moved around the bed. Trying to move without disturbing him.

I knew he was tired. He had gone on a run to rescue a Dove, and yes, when he told me what they did, I’d never been prouder of a group of men in my life.

He was so tired, but I knew that my comfort came before his own. Sleepily, he asked, “What can I do?”

I sighed, “Go to sleep, Honey.”

He lifted up on a forearm, sleep he desperately needed showed on his face, “Angel. What. Can. I. Do?”

Staring into his eyes, I could tell that he wouldn’t be taking no for an answer, therefore, I said what I did next.

“Would you play me a song?” I asked him as I tried to find a comfortable spot.

And my man, he didn’t sigh, he didn’t hesitate, nothing. He simply walked out of the bedroom, his bare back bunching with his movements, and then he returned moments later with his guitar.

He settled on the bed and asked, “Any requests?”

I shook my head, “Surprise me.”

He smiled at me, bent and kissed my growing belly, and then he started to sing,“It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart. Without saying a word, you can light up the dark…”

I grabbed his hand in the middle of him playing a part in the song and then placed it right over the spot on my stomach.

And that was when I watched as a tear slid down his cheek.

Our baby liked its daddy’s voice, and apparently, so did I. Because as he sang, I drifted off to sleep.

And that… well, that started no matter how late it was, or how tired he was, he sang me a song so I could fall asleep and get the rest I needed.

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“EEK!” That was all I was able to get out as I was picked up bridal style and gathered in his arms.

“Grounds wet. Got on good shoes. Not walking in this shit,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Honey, the restaurant is at the other end of this strip,” I told him as I sighed and snuggled into his warmth.

“Don’t give a fuck. I was made for you,” he said with all honesty and continued walking without even breathing heavily.

And I knew that I didn’t weigh what I used to. Not by a long shot.

Hell, ever since my last appointment, I have already gained twenty pounds from everything I was eating.

“You going to carry her all the way to the restaurant, brother?” Powers asked as he had Lil wrapped up under his arm.

“Fuck yeah, I am. My woman got new shoes this morning and the way her face lit up when she saw them. No way am I making her walk in this shit while wearing them and risking them getting messed up.”

“You’re pussy whipped,” Heathen muttered to the side.

But not before June slapped him upside his head, and then snapped, “So are you. So can it.”

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