Daylen pumps his fist. “Yes! I finally made it as your emergency contact.”
A few hours later, we’re all sitting around an oversized table. I’m overwhelmed by everyone here to support us. Two years ago, no one at this table would have been here to celebrate me, and now I can’t imagine my life without any of them. It’s my family, his family, and our found family.
Tears fill my eyes at how much fuller my life has become since my trade to Philly. That day, I thought it was the worst thing to ever happen to me. It turns out it was the best.
This damn pregnancy is making me so hormonal.
Daylen leans over and whispers, “Are you okay?”
I nod as I squeeze his hand. “I’m perfect.”
“Damn straight, baby.” He pulls a phone out of his pocket. One I don’t recognize. “Look, I got an iPhone. No more Android. No more messing up group texts. Green flag for me.”
I giggle as Hank holds up his champagne glass. “To the happy couple,” he shouts before wiping away his own errant tears and turning his attention to Daylen. “I love you, son. I’m so happy you found a woman who matches your energy.Yo mamawould have been so proud.”
Daylen raises an amused eyebrow. “Yo mama?”
Hank nods. “Yep.”
Jagger whines, “Are you two for real? Not now.”
Hank nods again. “Yes, now.”
Daylen puffs out his chest. “Yo mama is so dumb, she tried to make an appointment with Dr. Pepper.”
Everyone except Hank laughs. He stares at Daylen and says, “Yo mama has been sleeping around so long, that she’s gotten with the Father, the Son,andthe Holy Ghost.”
Again, more laughter, but Daylen keeps it together.
I raise my hand. “Can I try one?”
Hank and Daylen share a bemused look as Hank winks at me and motions his hand in invitation for me to give it a go. Infairness, Hank had given me the heads up and encouraged me to join their bit tonight.
I first look at Harper and instruct, “Earmuffs.” Fallon covers Harper’s ears and gives me the all-clear signal. I lick my lips. “Yo mama is as dumb as a bowling ball. She gets picked up, fingered, thrown in the gutter, and yet she still comes back for more.”
And they both laugh. I’m the big winner tonight in every way possible.
THIRTY-THREE
SUPER BOWL SUNDAY
KENNEDY
Iwake in the early morning to the feeling of Daylen’s tongue between my legs. Without opening my eyes, I smile and run my fingers through his hair. “Whoever you are, you need to be quick. My husband is staying in a room nearby and could be here any minute.”
The team rules don’t permit us to stay together at the hotel. In fact, he’s not even allowed in here, but that hasn’t stopped him at all. He sneaks into my room at some point every single day.
We’ve been out in LA all week for the Super Bowl festivities. It’s been a blast, and I’m excited for the guys that they get to experience this. What’s not so great is being eight months pregnant during a weeklong party. I may have popped late, but Baby Girl Humbelcut has more than made up for it. Yes, it’s a girl, but Daylen doesn’t know yet. I asked the doctor when Daylen wentto the bathroom during one of my visits. I guess I lost the bet. Daylen carries the baby’s first outfit everywhere he goes,just in case. I don’t know what it looks like, and I’m afraid to find out.
He bites my inner thigh hard. “Ah,” I shriek. “That’s going to leave a mark.”
“Good,” he mumbles before diving back in and bringing me to orgasm in no time.
As soon as he’s milked every last drop from me, he turns me on my side and moves behind me. At this point in the pregnancy, it’s the only position I can manage.
He lifts my leg and nudges his tip through me a few times. I flinch, still sensitive from my orgasm seconds ago.
He continues to tease me until it becomes unbearable. “D, get inside me,” I whine. “I’m so ready for you.”
