“Gonna admit, findin’ out I had a kid made me wake the fuck up.”
Zak’s eyebrows rose. “Kids’ll do that to you. ‘Specially when they don’t turn out how you hoped. Ask me how I fuckin’ know.”
“Nice fuckin’ dig.”
Zak shrugged. “Kyra mentioned movin’ out to the farm. Think that’s a smart idea.”
“Movin’ with her.”
“She okay with that?”
“She don’t got a choice.”
Zak laughed. “Yeah, keep thinkin’ that. Have you metyour fuckin’ mother? Jewel? Brooke? Ivy?Diamond? Fuck. Any of ‘em?”
“You sayin’ I’m screwed?”
“Son, you’re screwed.” His father whacked him on the back before walking away, still shaking his head and chuckling.
While thingsbetween them were old, they were also very new.
Especially this living together shit.
But for some fucking reason, lying next to Kyra’s every night settled his fucking soul. Being with his son every day did the same.
He only wished he would’ve gotten his head out of his ass four years ago.
He missed his son’s birth. His first words. His first steps.
The saying “everything happens for a reason” was true as fuck. His reason was him being a dumbass.
He rolled to his side and stared at Kyra’s relaxed profile. Her eyes were closed and her lips partially open as she slept.
The cabin on the farm was a fuck of a lot better than his room at Church. It was fuck of a lot better than Kyra’s apartment. While the property wasn’t one hundred percent secure, he felt fuck of a lot better that the Shadows were their neighbors.
He lightly traced her nose from the top to the tip, then brushed his fingertip across her soft bottom lip.
Last night she had used that mouth like a fucking pro when it was wrapped around his dick.
She nipped at his finger and her eyes opened. “What time is it?”
Her early morning husky voice made his dick flex. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Uh huh. That’s what you said”—she glanced over at the digital clock on the nightstand—“when you woke me three hours ago with a hard-on.”
“Had important business to take care of.”
“Despite what you think, making another baby isn’t ‘important’ business. Because that’s not happening.”
“Yet.”
“You don’t get to decide that.”
“I get a say.”
“Sure. You can say whatever you want, but that doesn’t mean it’ll become a reality.”
Having another kid with Kyrawouldbecome reality, but he understood why she wanted to wait…
