He grinned, “Nothing would please me more.”
***
And as I stared at the little girl, the little girl who was already the apple of my eye, I winked down at her and said, “Welcome to the world, Button.”
And that was where I fucked up.
Because we ended up having a few more daughters, and I couldn’t call them all button.
But as long as they started with a B, then okay.
Button.
Butterfly.
Bonnie.
***
Two Years Later
“Bronson Joseph Adams, if you don’t back the fuck off, I’m going to shove my foot up your ass!” she snapped.
I smirked, “Will I feel your toes tickle my throat?”
She growled, then she stomped away from me.
“Lila!”
She brought her hand up and shot me the middle finger.
I sighed.
I knew I was being overbearing.
And I would be overbearing until my baby girl came back home safe and fucking sound.
My first-born daughter had just left my protection for her first-ever date.
And I wasn’t happy about it.
I walked to the garage and growled as I grabbed my shotgun and planted my ass on the front porch.
“I’m going to bring the UFL to this house if you don’t stop!”
“Baby...”
“Bronson!” she snapped.
Then she threw her hands up as Cole and Logan joined me on the porch.
“Hey, honey?” she asked as she stepped out of the door.
I looked at her and lifted a brow, “Yeah?”
“Breathe, baby. Need you to breathe.” Her eyes twinkled.
I smirked, “If that’s not the pot calling the kettle black, then I don’t know what is.”
