Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Tank presses his lips into a tight line. “Did you put the bad guy away?”
My smile morphs into a wicked smirk. “No, I have him tied up in our bedroom to use as our BDSM sex slave,” I deadpan before rolling my eyes. “Of course I put him away. I went to the cops this morning and handed in the evidence. They were kind of annoyed that I was sticking my nose in places it didn’t belong again, but I’m pretty sure they were just jealous that I got the information before they did. Which, naturally, I pointed out. But then they admitted they were grateful because they’ve been trying to pin this asshole for months.”
Tank rolls his eyes and lets out a small huff. “You know I don’t like it.”
“I know,” I say, stepping into his arms and looking up at his handsome face, those familiar butterflies swarming with every touch he gives me. “But you know the deal. I love what I do and I didn’t spend four years in college to be your full-time housewife. I want to work. It makes me feel as though I’m making a difference in the world. So, I can either have your approval and in return I’ll be completely open with you so you know exactly where I’ll be at all times and with who. Or, I can do it behind your back and you’ll be in the dark. Either way, I’m not stopping,” I tell him, reaching up on my toes to plant a kiss on his lips. “Take your pick, big guy.”
“Don’t use that against me,” he warns.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie, knowing he loves it when I call him big guy. It reminds him of the day we met.
He groans, spanking my ass as I pass him. “You’re so fucking stubborn.”
“And you’re a pushover,” I laugh, turning around and walking backward just so I can catch the grin on his face. “I wonder how you’ll handle it when this baby comes out with my attitude.”
“Nah, there’s no way,” he says, shaking his head in denial. “My kid is going to be an angel. He’ll have those fucking gorgeous blue eyes of yours, but he’ll have my patience and perfect behavior.”
“You wish, big guy.” I scoff at just how naive he is, and as if seeing that as a challenge, he rushes me and scoops me into his strong arms, whipping me up off the ground. He turns and starts heading for the door when my hand whips out, gripping onto the frame to stop him. “Wait, I need my laptop,” I rush out.
Tank turns on his heel, stalks back toward the desk and bends, so I can collect it without falling out of his arms. I place it down gently on my bump and enjoy the ride as Tank takes us out to the living room. He sits down on our couch, and I make myself comfortable in his lap. “Here, I wanted to show you this,” I say as I find the webpage I was looking at earlier today, feeling an excited flutter deep in my womb and smiling at the feel of my son inside me.
Bringing up the webpage, I turn the laptop so that Tank can see. “Pretty damn awesome, isn’t it?” I grin, my gaze scanning over the stunning stroller I’d found earlier this morning.
“Um, I guess,” he says with a shrug, having absolutely no idea about baby stuff. “I told you to just buy the stuff you want. You don’t need my approval for it.”
“I already did buy it, you big moron. I just wanted to show you,” I say proudly, before pointing out something on the screen. “Look, it has cup holders.”
Tank grins at my excitement while he winds his hands around my body and lets them rest on my bump. I don’t think he even knows he’s doing it, but since the day we found out, anytime I’m near him, his hands always find my stomach. It’s as if it’s his way of protecting what’s ours.
Joy springs to life in his eyes when the baby begins to kick, and I know with everything that I am, Tank is going to be an incredible father to our little boy. Our son isn’t even born yet and he already loves him unconditionally.
“What are your plans tomorrow?” he asks after the baby has settled down, his hand still hovering over my stomach as I lean into his shoulder.
“Dani and I are having our girls’ day, remember?” I remind him. “You told Miller you’d watch little Mia with him.”
His eyes widen in fear. “Shit, that’s tomorrow?” he questions. “That’s . . . shit, that’s close. What am I supposed to do with her?”
I laugh, picturing the two morons with that little girl and all the trouble they could potentially get into. “Whatever you do, just keep in mind that she’s only three months old. She’s fragile. You can’t use her as a football like you did with Jaxon’s son the other week.”