Page 136 of In The Game

I have the perfect idea.

“So get him something dad-like. Maybe Arthur can make him something.”

“Or I could surprise him and get his name put on the birth certificate.”

They “Awww” in unison. Micky slaps the table. “Yes! That’s perfect!”

“You could use the same genetic testing company I did, Stellar Genetics. They do paternity testing.”

Micky rolls her eyes. “Yeah he won’t find you asking for his DNA suspicious at all…”

“Tell him you want to get his genetic history done, say you want it to find out about Arthur’s ancestral background.”

“No, that takes too long. Just swab his cheek while he’s sleeping. Way easier and less complicated,” Micky argues.

“Has Rhys ever mentioned having trust issues with you?” I ask, and Micky barks out a laugh.

“Girl, you could harvest his organs in his sleep but as long as he woke up and you were the one holding the saw, he wouldn’t mind.”

“A saw!? What organs are you harvesting with a saw?” I ask, laughing.

“Knife, whatever. I didn’t go to medical school.”

Birdie chimes in. “You went to culinary school, so I’m also questioning why you went straight to saw.”

“I skipped class the day they covered organ harvesting, okay? I feel like we’re getting off topic.”

Birdie rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to me.

“If you were a psycho ex-girlfriend, yes, absolutely it would be creepy. But it’s to get him on the certificate. He’ll love it.”

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After brunch, we spent the afternoon with Barrett’s family and had dinner with them. It was a gorgeous day, so we spent most of the time playing in the backyard and chatting. Arthur was so excited to get Grandma time in that we chose to let him sleepover at her house. He’s probably a half-dozen cookies into a sugar coma right now. He’s gaining this whole new family, it fills my heart. We plan on getting some counseling started for all three of us to help with the transition, but so far, it’s going well.

When we get home, Barrett goes straight upstairs while I jump on my laptop and order the paternity test. When I’m done, I meet him in the bedroom. The French doors are open, and the cool summer breeze makes the curtains billow.Mmm, I love summer nights like these.The gas firepit is lit on the deck and he’s got the lid off the recessed hot tub.

“Hey, sailor, looking for a good time?”

He spins around and smiles. “Fuck yeah. Come here.”

I strip my clothes. He drifts to the other side of the hot tub and stretches his arms over the ledge behind him, watching me with a sly smile.

“How did the news go over with the team? I saw your Instagram post.”

“Team who?” he says, playing dumb while watching me unhook my bra. He holds his palm out while I dip my toes in the water, my hand takes his and he hauls me into his arms. I hiss and suck a deep breath as the hot water envelopes me. “It went well. I made a bunch of phone calls, they’re all pretty psyched. Sorry, I couldn’t wait. You said you didn’t mind if I shared our selfie, that was okay, right?”

“Of course. I like you laying claim to me.” I run my nails up his thighs while his cock hardens against my back.

“Mmm. Good. You’re mine and I’m telling everybody. It has 122K heart thingys—didn’t realize I was that popular. Anyway, how was it telling the girls?”

“Great, they’re very happy for us. It was really lovely getting to know them better. It’ll be nice having a couple friends in the WAG box.”

His palms travel up to my breasts, and I lean back, covering his hands with mine.

“The stars are pretty tonight.”

“Hmm.” He drags his nose over the shell of my ear, and I smile.This is my life.

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