Addictive (Houston Defiance MC #2) - K.E. Osborn Page 0,101

hoists Kobe up higher on her hip as she comes in, then places him on our bed. He sits there playing with the threads on the pillowcases. “Be a good boy, bubba. Mommy needs to talk to Prinie and Wraith, okay?”

Kobe nods dramatically for effect. Then he slams his hand down on the pillow making the feathers squish under the pressure. I close the door, walking back over to where Prinie’s tapping her foot nervously. Seems all her bravado is now wavering too. I wrap my arm around her waist for support.

Hers and mine.

“So, hit us with it, Chills. Are we celebrating or preparing ourselves?” I ask.

Chills clears her throat, yanking out a piece of paper from inside her bra. “Sorry, it was the only place I could put it while wrangling with Kobe. You’ll get it when your little one comes along.” She hands it over, but it’s just a bunch of long words and numbers with markers on them.

I shake my head confused. “I don’t—”

“No, I know you don’t understand, it’s for your records. I thought you might want to keep a copy.”

Prinie inhales sharply. “Does this mean?”

Chills reaches out grabbing Prinie’s hand. “The trace markers for everything have come back clear. Prinie, you’re officially clean of all infections and viruses.”

I let out a shocked gasp as I grab Prinie in my arms and lift, spinning her around in a circle. She giggles, tears sliding down her cheeks as I bring her back down to face me. “You’re okay… you’re both okay.” I lean in planting my lips to hers, just needing to feel her.

She kisses me back while Chills laughs. “I’m so happy for you guys. You should have heard the scream I let out when I read the results. The whole department looked over at me. Thought I was having some kind of seizure, I’m sure.”

Prinie rushes forward taking Chills into a tight embrace. “Thank you. Thanks so much. For everything you’ve done for us these past six months. Honestly, we couldn’t have gotten through all this without your support and guidance. You’ve been a godsend.”

She shakes it off. “Well, first of all, it’s my job. But secondly, it’s my pleasure. I’m so fucking happy for you both.”

“Happy!” Kobe calls out throwing his little hands in the air.

We all turn to him and chuckle. “Yeah, little man, we’re all happy.”

Kobe squirms on the bed, his arms reaching out, his little hands clenching and unclenching begging for Chills to lift him. “Momma, up?”

Chills moves over to him, hoisting Kobe into her arms. He plays with her long blonde hair as she snuggles with him. “Let’s go get you a snack and leave these two to celebrate, yeah?”

“Yeah!” Kobe calls out, excitedly.

“These past six months have been difficult for you. I understand the strain it’s put on you both mentally and physically. But, Prinie, every single test came back with absolutely nothing to worry about. You’re both free to go about your lives as a normal couple. Everything can go back to normal.”

I clue into what Chills is putting down.

Prinie widens her eyes. “So even with my belly being this big, it’s safe for us to… you know?”

“Very. Just nothing too strenuous or adventurous. Take your time getting to know each other’s bodies again. A lot has changed since you were together last. Prinie will be more sensitive, more reactive. And, Wraith, before you ask… no, you won’t hurt the baby.”

I tilt my head in understanding. “Good to know.”

“Time to go, bubba. I know that fire in a man’s eyes.” Chills winks at me, turning for the door.

“Thanks again, Chills,” Prinie offers as she walks her to the door.

“Have a good night.” Chills exits, closing the door behind her.

Prinie turns to face me, flicking the lock on our door.

She’s fucking gorgeous.

Her long, dark brown hair is flowing over her ample breasts which have only gotten bigger in the last six months. The form-fitted tan dress clings to her baby bump, only making her fucking sexy as hell as she saunters toward me. Prinie took on a grunge look when she left for Chicago, but in the last six months she’s replaced her dark eyeliner for a more natural glow.

I don’t care how she dresses, she’s always going to be fucking gorgeous to me.

My cock jerks in my jeans at the thought of being inside of her again after so fucking long.

I’ve dreamed of this day.

Ached for it.

Now it’s finally here, and I want to take my time with