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Looking around my room, I shake my head at how I know Aisling is going to take one look in here and turn around and walk out. I’ve lived here since I patched in over a decade ago, and it looks like a fucking teenager just moved in from leaving their parents’ house.

My room is bare as fuck. A king-sized bed is shoved up against the wall, with one nightstand and one dresser. Maybe that’s why I started spending the night at Aisling’s house back then. It just felt like home.

I spent the rest of the morning picking up the mountain of dirty clothes I had scattered across the floor and folding the giant pile of clean ones I kept setting on top of my dresser each time I did laundry. There’s a million things I’d rather do with my life than fold fucking clothes, but for her I will.

I’ve been in Aisling’s house enough to know she likes her shit clean and organized. Hell, even Cormac’s toys in the living room had their own designated spot. She has the mom thing locked down. Never thought I would be into that before, but she makes it look sexy as fuck.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I shoot Aisling a text letting her know that I’m heading her way soon. I’m bringing the Mustang since my bike isn’t exactly kid-friendly.

Which reminds me, I need to upgrade Aisling’s. She’s been driving that piece of shit Pontiac G6 long before I even met her. My kid needs to ride in a car that isn’t a living death trap.

“Is it time?” Evan asks as she tries to hide her excitement. Her bouncing on the balls of her feet gives it away.

“I can’t wait to meet her.” Sutton smiles as she stirs something on the stove.

Sutton, I fully believe that from, but Evan… I know she wants to meet her and will eventually bring her into the fold, but she’s also nosy as fuck. Any bitch who watches reality TV the way she does lives for drama or gossip they can get their hands on.

“Yup,” I respond, nabbing a cracker off the tray that’s being made on the island. Evan swats my hand away, making the cracker fall to the floor and crack. “Hey, what the fuck?”

“Those are for the guests!” Evan exclaims. “You’re as bad as Cain.”

“The only guest that’s coming is Aisling,” I say, giving her a ‘you need to chill the fuck out’ look. I wouldn’t dare say that to her, though. She would have me by the balls with Prez right behind her.

“And the baby.” Evan raises and squeezes her shoulders up toward her face as she squeals.

I look to Sutton for some guidance because never in my fucking life have I heard that woman squeal. Is she having a stroke?

“Ever since you said you had a baby, she’s been having a little baby fever.” Sutton shrugs with a soft smile on her face. “It’s normal.”

“And that’s my cue to get the fuck out of here. I’ll see you ladies later.” I flick my hand up in a wave as I turn my back to them and head out.

For once, Cyrus isn’t lurking in the garage where I keep my girl stored when I’m not using her.

She purrs to life. I push my foot on the gas a few times, revving the engine and getting her warmed up before putting her in drive and heading to Aisling’s.

The whole ride there I can’t stop thinking about Aisling’s round ass bent over the hood as I fucked her raw.

“We can’t ride in that.”

Aisling and I are in a standoff in her driveway. Cormac is in his baby carrier that’s slung over her arm, passed the fuck out with multiple bags scattered at her feet as she looks at my car.

“Why the fuck not? You seemed perfectly fine in it last night. More than fine actually.” I smirk at the memory.

Aisling huffs. “Can you not right now? It’s not safe for Cormac.”

“I’m not going to drive like a fucking idiot with my son in the car, Aisling,” I say, my voice low and accusing.

I know I’m new to this whole dad thing, but what the fuck? I would never put someone I care about in danger. Especially my goddamn son.

“I know you wouldn’t,” Aisling says slowly, like I’m not understanding.

Which, apparently, I’m fucking not.

“Care to enlighten me as to what the problem is?” I ask, my hands resting on my hips, and I shift my weight to one leg, cocking the other out.

“Older cars aren’t safe for car seats. If we get in a wreck — and I’m not saying we will,” she rushes to add. “There are no airbags like there are in newer cars, and I don’t know if we can even properly install it in the backseat.” Aisling looks at the car, a concerned look on her face as she thinks it over.

I make a show of looking my car over before moving on to hers. “You think your G6 will save us?”