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“She?” Roxie asked with soft laughter. “You think it’s a girl?”
“Yeah, one with your eyes. But either way, boy or girl, I’ll be happy. I just want you and this little Cracker Jack”—I stroked her belly with my thumb—“to be happy and healthy.”
“Hmm,” she sighed and rolled to lean in closer. I felt her lips on my bare shoulder before she pushed up and kneeled next to me. There was something in her gaze that put me on high alert.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I sat up against the headboard, pillows bunched at my back. “You feeling sick?” She shook her head, but that unreadable look on her face made me worry. “Something hurt?”
“I love you,” she blurted, and everything in my body locked up tight. “I know… I know you’ve said it, and I know you knew how I felt even if I’ve been too chicken shit to say it out loud. But I do. I love you, Daddy.”
“Fuck.” My teeth gnashed together and the muscles at my jaw strained.
“I thought…” Her words drifted to nothing when our eyes locked again.
“You have any idea how hard it was for me to be gentle last night knowing you were wearing my ring and have my baby in your belly?”
“That was gentle?” she teased but then pressed her lips together to try and bite away a smile. I reached for my woman, and she came to sit my lap easily, straddling me, her thighs over mine so I could look at her eye to eye. I cupped her face with both of my hands.
“Say it again, little girl.” I felt like a caged animal who needed to work out some pent-up energy. I had woken up hard, but now I was fucking throbbing with my length pressed tightly between our bodies.
Someone could call and tell me I’d be a starting pitcher at the next world fucking series, but it wouldn’t matter more than what was right there on my lap. More than what I had in my hands.
My girl. My future. My world. My everything.
“I love you, Dave.” Her voice was steady and confident as her eyes reflected everything I felt. Life would more than likely try and toss curveballs in our direction, but it wouldn’t matter. No matter what, there wasn’t any fucking way that I would ever lose her.
“No matter what, from here on out, it’s you and me. You got that?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she smarted off, knowing just how much I liked her calling me that.
“Say it again,” I demanded.
I was a man who was used to getting what he wanted when he wanted it from the moment I’d been born. And the woman on my lap had been the first to make me earn her. And I wouldn’t fucking stop putting in the work until my dying breath.
“Daddy?” I shook my head. I could tell by the glimmer in her stare that she knew exactly what I wanted to hear and was being a brat on purpose. My girl loved to get naughty.
“I love you.” Her voice shifted, sounding a little higher, when my hands on her waist tightened. I picked her up, lining her up with my tip.
“Good girl. You keep telling daddy that, keep telling daddy how much you love him until you soak his cock with all your sweet juices and cum. That understood, my beautiful sexy brat?” Her green eyes sparkled with joy and something else.
Challenge.
My girl loved a good challenge.
She loved me getting bossy and telling her what to do. And thank fuck for me, my brat loved riding my cock until I had her dripping down my balls.
If this was a mere glimpse of what I had in store for the rest of my life, I was the luckiest son of a bitch who ever lived.
EPILOGUE
DAVE
Istood off to the side with my baby girl in my arms.
“Doesn’t mommy look pretty today?” I asked my daughter. She smiled and nodded, her green eyes bright and happy.
“She also looks smart!” She clapped, and I laughed.
“Yeah! She looks really smart.” I winked as I turned to look at my heavily pregnant wife standing next to city officials who had come out for the ribbon cutting of her newest location.
