Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
As I rock him gently, I can’t help but think about how great of a mom Dani would be. She’s so damn sweet and patient. Our babies would be so fucking loved.
I glance over at a picture of Peyton pregnant with the twins, Damien on one side of her and Dominick on the other side, his hand resting on her protruding belly, and I imagine Dani pregnant with my baby.
Fuck, this woman has me thinking about shit I’d never have considered before.
But rather than my thoughts stopping there, more pop up of Dani and me lying in bed with a baby nestled between us. Birthday parties, family vacations. Christmas mornings filled with presents. Walks to the park.
“Oh, my goodness! Are you holding your nephew?” Peyton says, bringing me back to the present. “Don’t move. I need to get a picture.”
She pulls out her phone, and I glare at her as she snaps several pictures of me and her son—apparently, girls’ night is over.
“He looks so cozy in your arms,” she says, walking over to us. “Good to know we now have a backup sitter.”
“Don’t even think about it,” I mutter. “Your husband left him to fend for himself when your other son shit everywhere.”
Peyton laughs. “I’d better go help him with that.”
She takes off upstairs before I can give her back her baby, and Dani walks over with a soft smile on her face.
“Don’t worry,” she says. “I know the score. No babies. But he does look comfy in your arms.”
She kisses my cheek and looks down at Adam. And as she talks to him in a sweet, soothing voice, it doesn’t escape me that I didn’t respond to her comment. And I think it’s because I might not be as opposed to the idea of a baby as I thought I was.
At least not with her.
Dominick and Peyton come down a few minutes later, and she takes Adam from me.
Bri stayed at the club with her friends.
After asking the women how their night was, I make plans for tomorrow night’s fight—ensuring that Dani will be safe with them so I can focus on my fight since she’s insisting on going—and then Lorenzo, Dani, and I head out.
“Where’s my stuff?” Dani asks once we’re home and I’m lying in bed, waiting for her to join me.
“It’s where it belongs.” I nod toward our closet.
While we were gone, I had my housecleaner come in and clean and move all of Dani’s stuff to our room, so it’s organized.
She opens the closet door, and her lips tip into a soft smile.
“I meant it,” I tell her, rolling to the side so I’m facing her. “I want you here.”
She changes out of her dress and throws on a pair of pajamas and then joins me in bed. With only her thin tank top covering her breasts, her nipples peek through. I remember what Dominick said about the honeymoon stage as I bring my mouth to her tit and suck the nipple into my mouth, causing a wet spot to spread across her shirt.
She moans softly and juts her tit toward me, silently telling me she wants me to continue, so I roll her onto her back and climb on top of her, careful not to put all my weight on her.
I lift her shirt over her head and toss it to the side, and then suck on her nipple. I move to the other one before I work my way down her soft middle, stopping at her belly.
Her fingers delve into my hair, encouraging me to keep going, but instead, I glance up at her, my earlier thoughts coming back to me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her brows furrowing in concern.
“When I was holding Adam earlier, I imagined you pregnant with my baby,” I admit, making her eyes go wide. “I always said I didn’t want kids, but the thought of you pregnant with my baby … not just pregnant,” I say, trying to put into words everything that’s going through my head. “When I was little, I’d watch movies and shows where the families looked so perfect, and I used to wonder why our family didn’t look like that. But it could. We could give our baby everything I wanted, but couldn’t have, thanks to my shitty upbringing. You would be the best damn mom, and I … I don’t know how good I’d be at it, but I … think I want to try.”
“Are you saying you’ve changed your mind?” she whispers. “That you want to have a family?”
I shake my head, my heart beating frantically in my chest. “A baby doesn’t equal a family. You’re my family.”
I climb back up her body so our faces are only inches apart. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I feel the warmth of her cunt pushing against my cock. Instantly, I’m relaxed—because that’s what Dani does to me. She’s the calm to my chaotic thoughts.