“Jesus fucking Christ. Are you pregnant?” Cam shrieks.
“Yep. Wifed and lifed,” Betty calls, rubbing her belly affectionately.
“Holy crap.” Cam whistles. “Is this the husband?” she asks, pointing at Knight.
“It’s a husband, but not mine,” Betty says, looking pointedly in my direction.
“Yours?” Cam gasps, her eyes wide with shock.
“Yep,” I nod, turning to look at Knight and sighing. He looks delicious today. He’s wearing his usual jeans, belt, and a white shirt, but his arms seem bigger, his stomach flatter, his legs broader. I move without thought, climbing the stairs and stepping into his body, knowing that he’ll wrap his arms around me the moment I’m close enough, and he does, closing me into his secure embrace.
I don’t know if it’s his simple, clean soap scent, or the way his short hair with just a hint of gray at the hairline looks. I don’t know if it’s the amazing sex this morning, or how safe I feel having him close with his arms around me, but I find myself pushing up onto my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his ear.
“Let’s have a baby.”
FIFTEEN
KNIGHT
All the blood in my body surges to my dick at the sound of my doll’s sweet voice as she whispers, “Let’s have a baby,” against my ear.
We were having a baby anyway, but hearing her tell me she wants it changes everything.
“Good lord, you guys are so stinking cute,” Camden, Octavia’s client, says, laughing loudly as she climbs the stairs and sits down on the edge of the tattoo bed.
“Let me get set up, and we’ll see how much we can get done,” Octavia says, suddenly all business.
For the next three hours, I watch my wife create a masterpiece on Camden’s skin. Most of her arm was already covered in tattoos, but almost effortlessly, Doll used a Sharpie to sketch out a design in between the tattoos that were already there, and then picked up a tattoo gun and started drawing.
The pain is clear on Camden’s face by the time Doll puts down her tattoo gun and leans back. Grabbing a bottle of something wrapped in plastic, she sprays Camden’s arm, then wipes it over, tilting her head to the side first one way, then the other, before she finally smiles. “Why don’t you go take a look?” she tells Camden, who exhales in relief, then slowly gets up fromthe bed and makes her way gingerly over to the mirror hanging on the wall behind Leo’s desk.
“Holy shit, Octy,” Camden gasps, spinning around to face us with a huge grin on her face. “It’s amazing. I love it.”
“Good. We probably only need a couple more hours, and the sleeve will be finished. If you want to get it done sooner rather than later, you might as well book it in while my schedule is still pretty open,” Octy says, peeling the gloves off her hands and throwing them into the small trash can beside her chair.
“I want to get started on that spine piece we talked about a while back too,” Camden says.
Octavia’s brow wrinkles for a moment, then smoothes. “Oh, the ivy?”
“Yeah. I know it’s going to hurt like a bitch, but it’ll look so pretty.”
“No worries, do you want to schedule that for in a couple of months once your arm is fully healed too, or do you want to wait a while?”
“No, I want to get my next few appointments booked in while I can,” Camden says, all the pain gone from her eyes and replaced with excitement.
“Awesome. Well, you know the drill. Keep it clean and take care of it. Any problems, let me know. Leo can check you out and book all your future appointments.”
“Thank you, Octy. I’m so glad you’re back, and congratulations.” Turning to me, she smiles. “It was nice to meet you, Knight.”
“You too,” I say politely, crossing my arms over my chest when she hugs my wife before making her way over to Leo’s desk.
“It’s lunchtime,” I tell Octavia quietly.
“I have another client due in thirty minutes. I’m not really hungry. But you can go and grab something if you want to. Iguess we should have thought about bringing food with us,” she says absentmindedly.
“I’ll order us something,” I growl.
“Honestly, baby, I’m not hungry,” she says, focused on cleaning up her station and not paying attention to me.
