All I Want For Christmas Is You - Vi Keeland Page 0,59
her sides, and the shirt she was wearing—mine—rode up past her hips, revealing the round curve of her ass cheeks.
I felt myself harden. Seconds later, I had a kid jumping on my back and a ‘let’s go get Liam!’ coming out of my daughter’s mouth that instantly made me forget my train of thought.
I tossed her over my shoulder onto the bed, causing her to giggle, then went to grab my son.
It was only on the way back that I heard, “So about that CrossFit class.”
I walked into the room, Liam dressed in a diaper and a Christmas pajama set, to find her standing in a puddle of her own fluids.
“Not gonna make it, huh?” I asked as I grinned wickedly.
She frowned. “Not unless you want to deliver it.”
Turns out, I got to deliver it anyway.
A freak snowstorm the night before Christmas, no ambulances able to respond due to road conditions, and our cars too cold to even run in the freak Christmas snowstorm weather, meant that we weren’t going anywhere fast.
And, an hour into her water breaking, I delivered my baby boy, and as was expected, we named him Nick.
What’s next?
KPD SWAT GENERATION 2.0: Book Twelve
CHAPTER 1
Due to personal reasons, I’ll be drinking again this weekend.
-Caro’s secret thoughts
Carolina
“And then he started to laugh.” Brielle wiped her eyes. “I didn’t know what to do.”
I’d met Brielle through a grapevine of friends, and for some weird fucking reason, she’d latched onto me.
I wasn’t sure why, or how, I’d somehow become her keeper, but I didn’t like her.
Not at all.
She was petty and fake, and she was also not a person that I would normally spend time with.
I especially didn’t like how she treated people.
I looked down at my corndog and wondered, idly, how long I had to wait to take another bite.
I mean, she was really crying here. Like, big, fat drops.
I looked at my watch and realized that regardless of whether Brielle was crying or not, I had shit to do, and listening to her cry about some man that didn’t return her attentions wasn’t one of them.
“I gotta go,” I said to her. “I’m due back in court in fifteen minutes. I haven’t even gotten to eat my lunch yet.”
Brielle wiped her eyes and shoved her lunch away with a ferocious scowl.
I stood up and wondered if I should address her attitude, but decided that I didn’t have time for that, either.
Honestly, I really wasn’t quite sure what the hell was going on with me.
I shouldn’t have agreed to this lunch date in the first place, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself when it came to her. I felt bad for her.
She truly was a mean person. But when I met her a few months ago when I got home, she’d somehow gotten me my new job… and I couldn’t blow her off after she’d done something so great for me.
“Fine. But you’re paying. I paid last time.” Brielle stood up and left her trash on the table.
“Are you going to throw all of that away?” I asked curiously, not bothering to argue with her ‘I paid last time’ comment. She was wrong. I’d paid last time, too. At some point, I was going to have to stop being grateful that she’d found me a job.
She looked at the table, then the trash can only a few feet away.
“No,” she said. “That’s not my job to do, it’s theirs.”
I nearly rolled my eyes but chose to pick her trash up instead. Mine, I packed back into my bag and rolled it up before tucking it into my purse.
Just as I was about to push out of the hospital lunchroom door, Brielle caught my attention once again.
“You have toilet paper on your shoe.”
I looked down and, sure enough, I did have toilet paper on my shoe.
And something brown was on it.
Gross.
I kicked my leg and attempted to flick the tissue off.
I stepped out of the way as I tried to get stupid toilet paper off without touching it as the door at my back was pushed open and an amused man said, “Need help?”
I looked up into the piercing green eyes—eyes that practically glowed with enjoyment—of Saint Nicholson, and froze.
His chestnut color hair was curly and beautiful, and I practically itched to sink my fingers into the locks. To wind a couple of those curls around my fingers. And holy God, he was wearing black, horn-rimmed glasses. Where had those come from?