She looked around at the few passersby who were exiting the tunnel from the locker room to the exit. Most of my team had left to continue their celebration elsewhere. I’d needed to wait to see my wife before showering and heading back to the hotel.
“Better. I even got to eat a little bit.”
“What’d you have?” I questioned, frowning.
“Chicken noodle soup. It was really good, and I kept it down which is a plus. We need to see if a convenience store is still open to pick up some of those ginger candies Michelle gave me.”
“I’ll call my assistant to have them at the hotel by the time we get back.”
“You don’t have t—”
Her refute stopped mid-sentence at the scolding look I gave.
“I’m just saying your assistant probably wants to enjoy tonight as well, not work.”
“He can enjoy it once he picks up what you need.”
Destiny’s grin was a mile wide, surprising even me when she nuzzled my chest with her head and wrapped her arms around my waist.
“I love you,” she sighed.
“I thought you said I smelled,” I teased.
“You do, but I love you too much to care right now. That all right with you, Mr. MVP?” she asked saucily as she stared up at me.
“Fine with me but we need to shower.”
“Hey!” she yelped when I scooped her up and began carrying her little ass toward the locker room. “Where’re we going?”
“To shower. I need some help getting those hard to reach areas, you know? Also, I could use one of those massages of yours.”
“Don’t you have personal trainers for that?”
“Yeah, but I don’t plan on throwing their thighs over my arms and ramming my cock into them while they call my name over and over as they come. You, on the other hand …” I wiggled my eyebrows and continued walking, pushing the door of the locker room open.
Destiny’s laughter remained and echo in the tunnel as we made our way toward the shower.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Destiny
“What the hell are you doing?” Tyler growled as he peered at me through the screen of my phone.
“I’m sitting down!” I huffed out, barely able to breathe. “That’s all I do these days,” I groaned.
“’Cause you’re as big as a house.”
“Screw you, Townsend! It’s your damn fault I’m like this.” Pouting, I rubbed my protruding belly. I thought about trying to kick my feet up on the coffee table that rested a few inches from the couch but then thought better of it. The chances of me getting up were slim to none since I was alone.
I glanced around the living room of our home. “At least we got the living room finished.”
“It could’ve waited until after camp was finished.” Tyler frowned, that worry vein in his forehead protruding again. I’d become accustomed to that look over the last few months. Ever since the doctor told us that both Tyler and I were correct in our gender guesses. We were having a girl, and not one but two boys.
Yup. I was pregnant with goddamned triplets. Hence, my inability to breathe and sit without needing a damn crane to lift me up.
“By then, I’ll be even bigger than I am now and unable help withanything.”
“You better not be helping with anything now. Where the hell is Resha? And Joshua and Carter? They were supposed to be helping with things today.”
