Sliding out of me, he rolled me to face him. “One day, God willing, they will have women who let them fuck them ‘wherever the hell they wanna put it,’ and they’ll understand that their Dad is a lucky man.”
I stroked his beard. “Okay, that’s a visual I didn’t need, and I highly doubt they want to know that their mum loves anal.”
He growled. “Jesus, just hearin’ you say ‘anal’ makes me want to fuck you again.”
I grinned. “Save it for tonight. My bum will be open for business after dinner. I need to get cleaned up so I can enjoy Maisie Day with our daughter.”
“Okay, baby. As long as you feel you can survive a few hours without my dick.”
“I’ll make do, darling.”
He kissed me again and we went about starting our day.
I walked downstairs to find Poppy in the kitchen with Hatch and her husband, Devon. Flash and Jamie were sitting at the kitchen island watching a Bob’s Burgers episode. “Hi everyone.”
“Hi, Mummy,” Poppy said, and hugged me. “I’m so ready for a pedicure.”
“Me too, darling,” I admitted. “I didn’t realize I got you as well, Dev.”
Devon kissed my cheek with a chuckle. “We’ve got some news.”
Hatch handed me a cup of coffee, and I kissed him before taking a sip. “What kind of news?”
“You both may need to sit down,” Poppy said.
Hatch wrapped an arm around my waist and frowned. “Just spit it out, baby girl.”
Poppy glanced at Devon who had pulled her close and he smiled.
My daughter bit her lip and nodded. “You need to start thinking of nicknames.”
Hatch frowned. “For?”
“Holy mother of god, you’re pregnant,” I blurted.
Poppy nodded, settling her hands on her belly. “Yep.”
“Shit,” Hatch breathed out, glaring at Devon, and I burst out laughing.
I gave Hatch a squeeze. “Stop thinking of him fucking your daughter, love, and just be happy we’re going to have a baby to spoil.”
“Mom said ‘fucking,’” Flash said with a laugh.
“Sorry, love,” I mumbled.
“It’s all good,” he said. “It’s nice to see you’re not always perfect.”
“Cheek,” I retorted, but grinning because my kid always made me smile.
Flash and Jamie congratulated their sister and then Hatch released me and pulled Poppy into a bear hug. “Super proud of you, baby girl.”
“Thanks, Sid.”
“Are you feeling okay, Poppet?” I asked, hugging her next, then Devon.
“A little morning sickness, but not bad so far. I’m only about six weeks, so I’m sure I have a lot more fun in store for me.”
“I’ll be there with you the whole way,” I promised.
