“I’ll make sure you get there on time, if it means we have to camp out in the hospital parking lot,” I promise her.
“You do love me,” she laughs.
“More than anything in the world,principessa.”
“No more Italian. It makes me want to do naughty things.”
I drop her down on the bed with a bounce. “It’s not like you can get more pregnant.”
Lennon circles her arms around my neck and presses her lips to mine. “No. No, it’s not.”
“Fucking gross. Shut the door,” Lucky yells, and Lennon and I both laugh.
I look at the open door. Guess I should have closed that. “Maybe if we fuck up Lucky enough, we won’t screw up our own kids.”
“Pretty sure it doesn’t work that way.” Her pretty eyes dance with mischief. “Want to give it a try,amore?”
“Ohh... Using my own Italian against me, huh?”
Lennon’s face lights up as she smiles and nods. “Is it working?”
“Yeah, baby. It’s working... I love you.”
“Only ever you, Maddox.”
“Until my last breath, Lennon.”
The End