“Now you’re just being arrogant.” I nudged my knee into his leg.
“I’m not. I’m just being honest. I don’t ever want another man to touch you. I want every baby that ever grows in your belly to be mine.”
Fuck the tears… here they come.
“I want you to call me first when someone steals your leg… even if I completely lose it and have to call Flint.”
I laughed, biting my lips together to keep my emotions in check.
“And when I tell you to get your ass to my training camp because I’m fucking dying to see you, then I expect you to be there without worrying about how it will affect me. Football is my job. Let me worry about it. You are my life… worry about that. Worry about keeping yourself safe so I don’t lose another person I love. Focus on our future because, Lake… you are my future and Iwillmarry you, even if I have to drag you to the altar and fuck a yes out of you.”
I practically choked on that statement. Promise? Threat? Then I waited. He addressed everything except the most looming issue of our future.
“Ask me,” he whispered in my ear.
The lump in my throat had its own pulse like the timer to a bomb counting down. I had nothing to fear and I knew it, but I just couldn’t will away my nerves.
“What if I’m pregnant?”
He chuckled. “You mean with the baby we agreed upon like… an hour ago?”
I nodded. “Yeah, that one.”
“I asked you.”
“I know.”
“I gave you a chance to change your mind.”
All true statements.
“I know.”
He pinched my waist, eliciting a jump. “Your turn.”
“My turn?”
“To call my bluff.”
My head inched side to side. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, come on… this is the part where you tell me you’re on the pill then scold me for being so irresponsible.”
My eyes leapt from their sockets. “You’ve had this conversation before?”
“No, but friends of mine have.”
I pried free from his arms and lifted myself to the edge of the tub.
“Where are you going?”
I grabbed a towel and dried off. “Home.”
“What? It’s late. Just stay.”
My hands shook as I fought with my liner. It was a bitch to get on if my leg wasn’t dried well.
“Are you mad?”
