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My mate exaggeratedly mopped his brow. “Whew. We did it.” He whipped out his phone to pay. I still wasn’t used to having enough money to buy things. Dad and I always had a tight budget, even after he met Derek, and some months we ate cup noodles leading up to payday.
“Now we buy the clothes.”
I picked up the most adorable white onesie with bunnies and rested it against my belly. “It’s so cute.” I put it up against Flint. It was even tinier compared to his huge frame.
He fingered it. “It’s so soft.”
I went through my list, piling more onesies, baby blankets, PJs, socks, and mittens in Flint’s arms. His face was hidden, andI only had half what I needed. The sales guy carried the rest, though his eyes darted to the bodyguards, maybe wondering why they couldn’t carry stuff.
I was so excited to get home and get the nursery ready, I didn’t want to wait for the crib and other big items to be delivered first to the office and then have Emilio and his men bring them to the house.
“Is there any way we can take everything now?” The clothing and some of the smaller items would fit in our car and the other two vehicles that went with us everywhere.
“I’ll have Emilio arrange a truck.”
By the time we made it home after picking up food, the truck arrived, and everything was carried inside. The domestic staff had already finished cleaning and left. Instead of being in the house all day, they came earlier and were done usually before I got back from college. They were sweet and hardworking, but I’d never gotten used to having people who weren’t family in my home.
“This used to be my room.”
Flint looked out the window to the medium-sized-ass pool. “I used to dream of being the Alpha when I’d see Papa coming home.”
The silence stretched from seconds to minutes, and I took his hand. He didn’t talk about his father much. Having both his grandfather and father die violent deaths had to have left scars. He’d been so young when he took over as head of the pack. This room must have had some unhappy memories.
Maybe we could banish them.
“I saw some paint in the basement.”
He swirled around, his eyes blazing. He avoided talking about the night I stayed there after Emilio roughed me up, unless it was to apologize over and over. “What?”
“Yesterday. I was in the storeroom and saw some light gray water-based paint.”
“Hmmm. Dad was going to paint my room a couple of years ago. Said the white was too stark.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll get someone to do it.”
But I yanked the device out of his hand. “We can do it.”
“We can?”
“Yeah.” I demonstrated the slapping of paint on a wall. “There were also paint brushes, rollers, and drop cloths. It’ll be fun.” It wasn’t often there were activities we could do together, which was why I loved tracking Flint if he did a retrieval, not that he did them often, and now that my pregnancy was advanced, we’d agreed I wouldn’t “participate.” I still tracked him, but from home.
“Fun?” he repeated, as if he’d never had any. “Sure, why not.”
He brought everything up to the nursery, and I changed into a ragged tee I’d been going to toss and paternity shorts. My mate didn’t have any old clothes, so I chose a bland white-shirt that probably cost big bucks and told him to strip to his underwear.
He paraded his sexy ass around the room, twirling the paint brush as if he were a model on a runway. I smacked his butt and said we’d never get the painting done if he didn’t stop wriggling his butt.
“Maybe we shouldn’t.” His voice deepened, sending shivers through me.
Much as I would enjoy sexy time, I was inget the nursery donemode.
“Priorities, babe. Paint, then sex.”
He grabbed me from behind and ran his hands over my bump. “Or sex then paint.”
I pulled away. If we had sex, we’d spend the rest of the day in bed. I slapped some paint on the wall and a tiny bit on his nose.
“Didn’t know that was allowed.”
I shooed him away and told him to get up the ladder, while scrolling through a playlist on my phone. After finding what I wanted, I turned the sound up and pressed play.
