I could hear the smile in his voice when he replied, “So ready, sweetheart. I can’t wait to see her face.”
With him wearing the shirt it was going to be interesting to see if she caught on. I pushed off Bronson’s muscled chest and went up on my toes and planted my mouth on his. What was meant to be a quick kiss, turned wild in seconds.
I could likely blame that on hormones, but I was sure it was all Bronson.
What was a girl to do when the sexiest man alive coaxed my lips apart by licking the seam of my mouth with his talented tongue? There was only one option. Open for him. I clung to the back of his shirt and moved closer but couldn’t seem to get quite close enough. When he slid his hand down and cupped my ass, I whimpered.
He pulled back and I cried out in frustration. Bronson’s deep chuckle had me giving him a death glare.
Bronson gave me a sexy smirk. “I promise to finish what we started tonight. But if we don’t go now our daughter is going to bust in here and catch us.”
My bottom lip jutted out. “Fine.”
“Now who’s pouting,” he said as he leaned forward and lightly nipped my lip which earned him another dirty look.
Grabbing my hand, he tugged me out of the room. “You’ll be well taken care of later, Cupcake,” he said as we headed down the hall.
“You bet your amazing ass I will,” I said.
He pulled up short before we got to the living room and glanced at me. “You think my ass is amazing?”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “I shouldn’t have said anything, it just goes to your head.”
As soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew what was coming.
“There you go talking about my cock again. You just can’t seem to get enough.”
That earned him another eye roll and I yanked on his hand to get him moving again.
“You're incorrigible.”
But damn did I love everything about him.
“Finally,”Stormi said, dramatically.
She was practically bouncing right out of her shoes with excitement as her daddy and I walked toward her, hand in hand. She’d been looking forward to the day River and the kids moved in just around the bend from us.
Her and River were forging a special bond, but I could see that my sister was still struggling with misplaced guilt. She thought she should have gotten Stormi out faster, but it was bullshit.
My guilt however was warranted.
It was my past that brought the enemy to her door, that had gotten her hurt, and who was at fault for losing her and the kids’home. She wouldn’t hear of blaming me and yet she couldn’t break free from her own self-accusation.
We were both stubborn women, my husband would say.
Stormi rushed up and grabbed our joined hands, trying to yank us toward the door. “Let’s go.”
When our feet didn’t budge she looked up at us, a scowl on her face. And then I noticed her gaze zero in on her father’s shirt. She squinted her eyes and started mumbling, reading the words.
“Pregnant,” she repeated a couple of times before her eyes went wide.
I knew the way the t-shit was phrased had her confused but the one word that stood out had finally grabbed her attention. I nodded at Bronson.
“You’re going to be a big sister,” he told her.
The room exploded in cheer. One tiny Muffin, all on her own, was louder than if there had been fifty people cheering at once. She jumped in circles, her hands waving in the air.
“I’m gonna be a big sister, I’m gonna be a big sister.” Then she paused abruptly and stared at us. “Santa did it,” she said.
