Page 135 of Who's Your Daddy?

“Oh.” She gives me an amused grin. “Well, that’s the entire point of fishing, isn’t it?”

“I wanted to use it as bait, but dad said no.”

“I’m not trying to raise a little psychopath,” I say when she eyes me questioningly. “How was your day out with Tori and Shontelle?”

“Amazing. It was Shontelle’s turn to pick the activity, so we went hiking and had breakfast on a hilltop. The view was incredible. I took so many pictures. I’ll show them to you after dinner...Speaking of which.” She kisses Ambrose on the cheek, then hands him back to me. “Please get him cleaned up. Dinner’s almost ready.”

I bathe him and dress him in pajamas. After dinner, I don’t get a chance to look at Lia’s pictures because it’s imperative that we first build a fort in the living room and rescue her from the Dragon of Goulag. She doesn’t even play the part, though. She’s just sitting on the couch with her feet up, while we’re out on the front lines, fighting the alien foot soldiers with nothing but a flimsy plastic sword and a Lego grenade.

“Li,” I say, lifting up my plastic helmet, “the dragon just bit your leg off. Can you at least pretend to be in pain? You’re giving us nothing here.”

“Is this a rescue mission or a horror movie?”

“We’re still deciding.”

“Oh...Ow! My leg. If only there was a strong prince to save me.”

“I’ll save you.”

Ambrose jumps from the backrest of the couch even though we’ve told him a million times not to do that. He patches her leg right up with some play dough.

“He’s going to be a doctor,” I say.

“His methods are unconventional. I don’t think the medical world is ready for him. Besides, is he a doctor or a prince?”

“We’re still deciding.”

Li’l Bro is jam-packed with energy, and it takes us over an hour to tire him out. He’s a handful, and I’m not sure how we’re going to handle another one. But that’s a problem for another day.

I tuck him in, and as I kiss him goodnight, I think about all the little choices and big choices I made to get me here. If I hadn’t stood up at that exact moment, I wouldn’t have crashed into her. If I hadn’t crashed into her, I wouldn’t have asked her out for coffee. That one moment changed my whole life.

The day we had our first appointment with Dr. Cheng, I told her I wasn’t sure if she ruined my life or made it worth living. I know the answer now. Both of them have given me purpose, the drive to be a better man, a better dad.

He’ll never know who his biological father is, but he’ll always know who’s his dad.

I’ll be the one he turns to. I’ll be the one who’s there for him, day in and day out. And I’ll make sure he never doubts how much I love him.

I switch on the night light and head down the hall to my bedroom. I find my wife lying seductively on the bed, wearing nothing but my T-shirt. God, I love this woman. She’s wholesome and sweet while still being sexy and provocative. She’s everything I want and all that I need.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she whispers, the sultriness in her voice causing my cock to stiffen instantly.

I grab the back of my T-shirt and yank it over my head. “What thoughts, exactly?”

“I was thinking about the way you looked at me the first time you saw me naked.”

“I remember it vividly.”

“Mmm...” She catches her lower lip between her teeth. “And I was thinking that even though my body has changed, and you’ve seen me naked a million times, you still look at me like that.”

Heat surges through me as she slowly spreads her legs in front of me. My eyes move up her thighs, and my hands clench at the sight of her pussy, just glistening and waiting for me.

“That look,” she says, raw hunger burning in her eyes.

Her breath hitches when I crawl over her, and she gasps when my fingers trail up her thigh to circle her entrance.

“Get used to it, dollface,” I rasp, nipping her lower lip. “I’m going to be looking at you like that forever. And I’m an immortal fuckboy, so when I say forever...I mean it.”

I don’t give her a chance to respond. I dip my head and take possession of her mouth.