He hated to even think about it. Since she’d been home, he’d mentioned another pregnancy to her twice and she’d shot him down both times, claiming she wanted to focus on Jo for now.
One time, all he needed to do was manipulate her through word or deed, and she’d capitulate. He’d taught her how to lovepregnancy and babies because he loved seeing her filled with his kid.
Suppose Megan…
Fuck, she’d told him she was thinking about taking Rebel away for a mother-daughter trip every few months. Megan had never even considered that shit before. What the fuck was she thinking? Why was she suddenly so willing to have time away from him?
That shit wouldn’t fucking fly if he wanted to stay sane.
Christopher drew in a deep breath and got to his feet, walking to the bathroom and flipping on the light. He blinked at the brightness and allowed his eyes to adjust before he went to her side of the custom-made vanity.
Drawing in a deep breath, he opened the top drawer and took out her birth control pills. Before she left, he’d thought about her being pregnant to keep her safe from whatever threat Bash had posed. Now, he just wanted to fucking keep her.
Christopher wasn’t sure what it was about fucking birth control pills that made her forget to take them. Their hectic life, probably. With the way things had been lately, shewouldn’thave remembered them. Except now she had reminders and double reminders, determinednotto get pregnant.
He counted the pills left in her blister pack. Ten. She had three left before she got to the ones that were a different color when her period started. She already had a new pack waiting for her.
Fuck, she’d probably know he threw the motherfuckers away if he fucked with her nearly used pack. But the other ones? They wouldn’t be there and he’d keep her so fucking busy preparing for their trip to the cabin, she wouldn’t even think about them.
Goddamn, the trip. Megan couldn’t keep anything on her stomach when she was pregnant, especially in the first few months. She wouldn’t enjoy the fucking trip.
Scrubbing a hand over his face, Christopher snatched the box and the nearly used blister pack and brought them to his closet, throwing them in his sock drawer. When he returned to their bedroom, he walked to her nightstand and picked up her phone. Once he unlocked it, he went to her birth control reminders and canceled them. Easily explainable as a technical issue with the phone. Satisfied, he set the phone down.
Back in bed, he lifted on his elbow and stared at her, listening to her even breathing, wondering how low of a motherfucker could he be. Throwing away her birth control pills went beyond alow motherfucker moveand entered the territory of coercion and sabotage.
As long as she didn’t find out, she wouldn’t fuck him up. Unfortunately, she almost always managed to figure out what the fuck he was up to, either because one of her spies ratted him out or because she fucking put it together herself.
To risk it or not to risk it? That was the fucking question.
Suppose he went through with his fucking plan and she aborted the baby? He just didn’t know what the fuck she’d do anymore. He certainly hadn’t expected her to be happy that Diesel targeted her sixteen-year-old nephew. At one time, that would’ve been a hard no. It wouldn’t have mattered what that fuckhead did.
What would happen if Christopher looked in the direction of one of the club girls for too long? Most of the time, he saw those bitches in an abstract kind of way. They were pretty, sexy, and the brothers loved them. The fucking end.
Megan would’ve accepted that. Now, she’d want those bitches stuffed in a barrel of pickle juice and drowned, and his fucking eyes plucked out.
She stirred again, opening her eyes this time and blinking. “Hey,” she said when some of her grogginess cleared.
He leaned over and kissed her. “Hey, baby.”
“What time is it?”
Christopher glanced at that fucking fucked up clock. “5:30.”
“How long have you been awake?”
Relaxing against the pillow, he pulled her into the crook of his arm. “Most of the fucking night.”
She kissed his chest. “What’s on your mind?”
He pulled a random thought out of his fucking ass. “You’ll just be turnin’ fifty when CJ thirty-two.”
Silence, and then, “Umkay. What brought this on?”
Lying motherfuckery. “Just watchin’ you sleep and thinkin’ about how young you were when you had CJ.”
Fuck, he needed to keep his fucking mouth shut before he slipped up.
She kissed him again. “I wouldn’t change a thing, Christopher. I have no regrets.”
