Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“She wanted to take her,” Kane said flatly, eyes back on our daughter. “From this room. While you’re recovering. That’ll only happen over my dead body.”
“Fair point since I’ve literally seen you break someone’s nose for less.” I wagged my finger at him. “It’s lucky for you that Raze has the best paralegal in the state of Florida with how often I need to help him keep you guys out of trouble.”
He just smirked slightly and sank back onto the bed beside me, the baby curled perfectly in the crook of his arm. His gaze dipped to my chest, still full and sore from nursing, and the air between us thickened.
“You know,” he murmured, “watching you feed her might be the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You said that last time too,” I whispered.
“Just as true now as it was then.”
Before I could melt into a puddle of hormonal goo, the door cracked open again. This time, our three-year-old barreled in like a pint-sized freight train.
“Mommy!” Kylan yelled, launching onto the bed.
Kane caught him mid-flight with his free arm and warned, “Easy, little man. Mommy’s tired, and your sister’s sleeping.”
Our son’s wide eyes landed on the baby.
“So tiny,” he whispered.
Kane adjusted his grip and crouched down so Kylan could get a better look. “She’s brand new. You were this small once too.”
Our boy wrinkled his nose. “No way.”
“Way,” I said with a smile, brushing a hand through his messy hair. “You even had the same nose.”
“She looks like you,” Kane murmured.
“Of course.” I smirked. “All the best people do.”
Kylan pointed at his chest. “Me the best.”
“You are,” Kane agreed. “But now you gotta protect your mommy and sister. They’re ours to keep safe.”
The little guy puffed up like we’d handed him a badge. “I will.”
“You better,” came a familiar grumble from the doorway.
Devon stood just inside the doorway, arms crossed and face set in its usual unimpressed lines. “Still can’t believe my baby sister ended up with the MC president who was hunting me down.”
I grinned. “Worked out, didn’t it? You’re not dead. I’m not single. And now you’re officially Uncle Grump.”
“I’m not that grumpy,” he muttered, walking over to the bed.
Our son tackled his legs anyway. “Unca Grump!”
“Traitor,” Devon said dryly, scooping him up. But he softened the moment he looked at the baby. “Damn. She’s really something, Sav.”
“She’s perfect,” I said softly.
He nodded, emotion flickering through his expression. “Yeah. She is.”
Kane looked over at me then, and the moment stretched, full of everything we didn’t need to say aloud. Love. Loyalty. Forever.