“Uncle Finn. I found a buttery-fly.” Rogan nudged his sister out of the way, holding up his new prized possession by the wing. “Are you Uncle Finn’s girlfriend?”
The kid could flip his focus faster than anyone I’d ever seen. It also didn’t take him long to notice the beautifulwoman on my lap. Not that I thought it would. He had his uncle’s eye for pretty things.
“She is. Munchkins meet Waverly.”
“You can call me Way.” She waved to them. They returned her wave, then immediately lost interest in us.
“Hey, Ro, you’re hurting her.” Reagan tried to snatch the butterfly from him.
“How do you know it’s a girl?”
“Do you see a penis?”
“Holy crap,” I wheezed, burying my face into Waverly’s neck as she and I both tried and failed to control our laughter.
“All right, the anatomy lesson is over. Say bye to Uncle Finn and Aunt Way.”
My girl went stiff as a board for three-point-two seconds, long enough for me to close the lid of my laptop and wrap her up tight in my arms. Sloane’s little slip was minor compared to everything else that had been thrown at us lately. Just one more hurdle for us to overcome. We needed a break from life; to leave reality in the rearview mirror, if only for a little while.
“She didn’t mean anything by it.”
“She did, but it’s okay, Finn. I just don’t want them to get hurt if this thing doesn’t work out between us.”
“There are no ifs. In fact, ifs have been permanently removed from your vocabulary, Agent Mitchell.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes.” I seized the opportunity, tickling her sides. She howled, squirming in my lap against the assault. What I didn’t expect was for her head to fly back at the same time I leaned forward. The resulting blow to my nose had me seeing stars. There was no gush of blood, so I figured it wasn’t broken. It hurt though, dammit.
Worth it just to hear her laugh.
“Shit. Let me see.”
She scrambled off my lap, squatting down in front of me. There were far more enjoyable things she could be doing in that position, other than gently probing the area around my sore nose. My cock agreed until she palpated a particularly sore spot. Pain was the ultimate dick-deflater.
After several minutes, Waverly reached the same conclusion I had. “I don’t think it’s broken. You might have a shiner in the morning.”
“It wouldn’t be the first one I’ve had.”
“Been in a fight before, Mr. O’Lachlan?” Her eyes twinkled with mirth.
I shook my head, chuckling at the memory of my first and only black eye. “Sloane punched me in the face during the twins' delivery.”
“Sloane? What did you do to piss her off?”
Using my thighs, she pushed up off the floor, then hoisted herself onto the desk. I was momentarily distracted since she was sitting in the same spot I’d taken her a few hours before. She cleared her throat, snapping my dirty mind back to the present.
“It wasn’t me. I just got in the way. The nurse told her to quit screaming and push.”
“Oh boy.”
“Yeah. Sloane sat straight up, looked the nurse in the eye and said, ‘Fluff you. I can do both.’ She drew her fist back, I nudged the nurse out of the way and the next thing I knew, her right-cross connected with my eye. I hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.”
“Fluff you?”
“She gave up cursing when she found out she waspregnant.”
“I’m sure it was worth it.”
