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“And stop bringing my wife fries and milkshakes,” he growls, kicking away from the door. That’s more like it.
“She likes them!” I protest.
“I know, that’s why I buy them.” He glares. Leaning down, he molds his mouth to Charlie’s, peppering tiny kisses to her lips. Belle reaches for her mother’s hair. Strapped to her dad, she’s more than happy to have her mom and dad close.
Lara blushes, watching as the couple kisses next toher at the counter. Her hip is propped against the counter, drawing my eyes to where the blue sports top ends on her midriff.
We really need to buy her outfits for when we stay here. Her clothes and the rest of her things will be at my house soon, but I prefer to keep my room here stocked since we come often enough. Maybe a shopping trip and a new wardrobe will help ease the fact that I’m about to upheave her whole world. If nothing else, it’ll be a chance for the ladies to bond.
Mom leaves the kitchen, busy collecting more dirty dishes, leaving the four of us alone, so I take my chance.
“You really do like to watch,” I tease my girl as I sneak up behind her, my chin resting softly on her shoulder.
She shivers when my lips brush her ear, my teeth tugging at her lobe.
“Do not!” she insists.
“Are you wet?”
“Michael!” she shrieks, horrified. Spinning around, she dislodges me.
“Michael Cromwell, you stop annoying my new daughter,” Mom shouts from the other room.
Lara’s breath catches.
“Told you.” I wink.
“Mom, Daniel won’t let me hold the baby,” I whine, reaching for Belle.
“Make your own,” Daniel replies, slapping my hands away.
“I’m working on it,” I answer smugly.
“Then you’d better learn to put your dick in a different hole.”
I choke at his words.
“Daniel!” Charlie reprimands.
But I’m in too much shock to say anything.
That’s the funniest and the filthiest joke he’s ever made!
Lara’s face takes on a shade of red yet to be named.
“Ignore him.” Charlie rubs Lara’s arm. “I do.”
At his wife’s words, Daniel finally passes me the baby. “Is that a fact?” he quizzes.
His hands engulf Charlie’s waist, pulling her into his body. Will I ever be able to do that with Lara? Hold her close without having to give myself a pep talk first. To be able to reach out and not worry about possibly feeling pain and panic?
The memory of her back touching my bare chest in the truck and the thrill it caused rushes over me. I’m touching Lara more than I’ve ever touched anyone.
Will it ever be instinctively and without thought?Maybe one day.
Sam skips into the room, stealing Belle while I’m distracted.
“I’m her favorite. She loves me more,” my sister gloats.
