We stepped out of the shower and I wrapped her in a towel. Smiling at me, she asked, “You sure you want me to do it and not a doctor at the hospital?”
I scoffed. “Reaper, I trust you with all my parts. They’re yours to do with as you please. Just don’t take me to those fucking butchers.”
She laughed and shook her head. “Okay. I won’t. Come one, let’s get dressed then retrieve your souvenir.”
Grinning, I followed my woman into the bedroom. Even though I’d just come, I wanted to toss her onto the bed for round two. Pausing as the realization of what’d just happened hit, I examined how I felt about it.
She looked over her shoulder, frowning at the look on my face. “What’s wrong?”
“Forgot the condom.”
She blinked at me as my words set in.
I studied her face then shrugged. “Guess we’re getting started on those ten kids sooner rather than later.”
She gasped, her hand going to her stomach. After a moment she shook her head. “It can take people months, even years to get pregnant, Pyre. I doubt that one time was enough.”
Arching a brow, I replied, “I’m pretty fucking virile. My swimmers are champions.”
She rolled her eyes at me, then it was her turn to pause. “I never even thought to ask... Do you... Do you already have kids?”
“No, Reaper. I was kidding. I don’t have kids. Yet.” I grinned at her then crossed over to the dresser and tossed her a t-shirtand a pair of boxer briefs. “I doubt my sweats will stay on you,” I told her.
“This is fine for now,” she replied, pulling the clothes on.
We finished dressing and then went next door. I watched her as she set up my instruments, tools, and workspace to her liking. Grinning, I marveled at the fact that it didn’t bother me in the least. If one of my brothers messed with my shit, I’d lose it. “I love you Raeleen.”
She looked up at me, shocked. Which made my smile grow. The fact that she was so surprised to hear those words nearly made me laugh. I was about to let her cut into my fucking thigh with my own tools. That meant my trust in her was absolute. It shouldn’t shock her to hear that I loved her. Maybe it was because even though we’d known each other for years, we hadn’t been together long.
“I... love you too, Pyre.” She narrowed her eyes. “And since we’ve said those words to each other, I’d like to know something.”
“Shoot.”
“What’s your name? Your real name?”
I laughed because I hadn’t even realized she didn’t know it. We got so used to our road names it was as though the others didn’t exist half the time. Though my mother wouldn’t find that funny. She really liked the name she’d given me. “Finn Fletcher.”
She smiled at me and it grew for every second she was quiet.
“What?” I asked, unsure of what she found so amusing.
“Sounds kind of like a superhero name.”
I frowned. “What?”
“I mean, like their real people name,” she corrected.
Laughing, I shook my head. “You mean like Bruce Banner.”
“Yeah.” She nodded.
“You like those types of movies?”
“Sure. They’re fun.”
I leaned back on my hands, unwilling to lay back while she worked on me. I wasn’t going to fucking pass out. That would be a damn death blow to my ego. So instead, I talked with the woman I loved while she dug a bullet out of my thigh. Probably counted as top four on the list of best dates. The other three belonged to her as well.
CHAPTER 32
