“Okay, baby,” he said, sighing.
“Do you have anything to do at the club today?”
“I need to call Bash and look over some reports. I’ll be free this afternoon so we can visit Jo.”
“I’m bringing Rebel to have her cast removed. We were going to see Jo afterwards, but I was wondering if you could make an appointment with the guy who built the back staircase.”
“Why?”
“First of all, Diesel’s bathroom.”
How the fuck could he forget? It was cleaned up, but everything except the toilet was unfuckingusable.
“Then, Rebel. She didn’t sleep in her suite, Christopher. I don’t think she’ll ever feel safe enough to spend the night in thatroom again. Her privacy was violated in the worst possible way. She’ll wonder if someone got in there and planted a camera.”
Christopher couldn’t address that without blowing Ryan the fuck away, so he just said, “Ain’t we just spent a fuckin’ mint, redesignin’ two fucking rooms and decoratin’ them for her?”
“We did. But I want her back on the third floor.”
That would be away from Diesel. Christopher could live with that.
“That requires redesigning the layout to accommodate CJ and Rebel’s room and Gunner and Jo’s nursery.”
“Refuckindesign?” Christopher squinted. “Ain’t you already complainin’ about how big this fuckin’ house is?”
“I’m not proposing we make it any bigger. I was thinking we move into one of the bedrooms downstairs, have Jo and Gunner’s baby bed with us, let CJ and Rebel choose a room on the first floor, too, and we have the third floor gutted.”
“No. You ain’t fuckin’ with my photos of you in the fuckin’ hallway.”
“Of course not. We can make our space smaller to free up space for CJ, Rebel, Gunner, and Jo.”
“Why not fuck up Rebel’s suite and put Gunner and Jo in there?”
“One’s a baby and the other’s a toddler. You’ve never wanted the kids in here with us. I at least want them on the same floor when they are so little.”
“Didn’t you just fuckin’ tell me you wanted those two in our fuckin’ room?”
“I did,” she said, sighing. “But only temporarily. Until construction is finished up here.”
He glared at the ceiling. She’d never fucking wanted their private sanctuary to be smaller before. What the fuck was wrong with her?
“How about we build up?” he said, testing the waters.
“A fourth floor?” she squeaked.
“Our room and a nursery.” Big enough for three babies, but he wouldn’t get into that right now. “Rebel complained about not havin’ an elevator. I’ll even have one installed.”
“Are you sure? That sounds much more expensive than what I’m proposing.”
“Ain’t it almost time to redecorate? We’ll do a complete fuckin’ renovation. Redesign whatever room you want.” And keep her fucking distracted. “The kitchen. All the bathrooms. The fuckin’ natatorium.”
Megan squealed, lifted up and kissed his lips. “I love you so much, Christopher. Thank you. This was so much more than I expected.”
Christopher smiled. “Ain’t nothin’ but a thing, baby,” he murmured. “How about you show me just how happy you are?”
Rebel would never take the full use of her arms and legs for granted again. She wanted to skip through the fucking house once Momma dropped her off and then returned to the club to go somewhere with Daddy.
Instead of skipping, though, she walked to the kitchen, intending to grab a yogurt and a bottle of water, but halting when she saw Diesel leaning against the island, looking at something on his phone.
