and squeeze her hand. “Better say it more confidently than that, Bert. You’re pissing me off.”
With a shaky smile, her eyes finally meet mine. “I trust you. I’ve always trusted you.”
“Alright, that’ll do.” Whipping my hand behind her head and pulling her in close, I don’t stop until her lips clash with mine and her breath scorches down my throat.
She groans into my mouth, but green or not, unwell or not, nervous or not, she kisses me back the way she always has.
All there.
All encompassing.
Passionate. And so fucking mine.
“Daddy!” A plastic brick hits the side of my head. “No!”
Pulling back with a smile, I shake my head and press my hand to Nelly’s stomach. “Make me a little lady. Make her not a brute. Make her a daddy’s little princess that would never throw shit at her daddy’s head.”
She snickers and covers my hand with hers. “Whatever it is, it’s already decided. Too late now.”
Leaning forward for one more kiss before my son breaks out of his car seat Incredible Hulk style, I take the liberty of biting her bottom lip before she does it. “We’ll keep trying. I could go on forever.”
She smiles. “Let’s see what we get, first. It’s not your vagina they’re tearing up, so stop writing checks I can’t cash.”
I chuckle against her lips. “Say vagina again. It turns me on.”
She smacks my chest and turns away to open the car door. “Everything turns you on, Bryan. It’s disgusting how much regular shit turns you on.”
“Peaches look like asses, baby!” I climb out and move to unclip Bobby. “Bananas look like dicks. Small dicks, but dicks nonetheless. How do you expect me not to rock a boner when peaches and bananas sit in the bowl together?”
She slams her door and turns to pin me with a glare. “You’re disgusting.”
“Vacuum cleaners are literally suckers. How’m I supposed to watch you vacuum and not think of you sucking my dick?”
“Bryan!” She snaps her chin toward my giggling son. “Stop!”
“And when Barbie and GI Joe are in the same toybox… Baby, how do you expect me not to make them hump? I’m a man! That’s what men do.”
Shaking her head, she walks to the trunk and begins pulling cases out. Tearing Bobby from his seat and holding him like a football, I rush around to stop her. “No. I got it.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m not an invalid, Bryan.”
“You’re my wife. I’m a man; we literally just covered this. And you’re carrying my baby. I got the cases.”
“Fine.” With a huff, she drops her hands to her hips. “Come to Mommy, B. I’ll take him.”
I scoff. “No way. He’s easily thirty pounds. I’ve got him, too.”
“Oh my God!” She stomps her foot. My very soon to be twenty-four year old wife of almost six years literally stomps her foot like a toddler. “I’m not a child, Bryan. I can carry a suitcase. I can carry my son.”
I lean forward and smack a noisy kiss on her lips. “Shush. Your sass is showing. Put it away.”
“I’ll hurt you, Bryan Kincaid.” I swear, she’s this close to blowing smoke out of her ears. I know she’s using this shit as a distraction from her nerves. She used to use Shane the fuckface as a barrier. But now she can’t do that, so she’ll use sass instead. “Give me something to carry, Bryan. Right now.”
“Carry my dick if you want, Bert. It’s exhausting carrying that sucker around all day.”
“Oh, for God’s sake. Forget it.” She turns on her heels and moves along the path with her purse slung over one shoulder and a slight duck legged walk.
My pregnant girl’s busting for the toilet.
And she’s hormonal.
We’ve played this game before. She’ll cool down around the second trimester.
Then when she hits that raging third, gives birth, waddles for a few weeks, finally turns to me and says she forgives me for what I did to her body, we’ll make love again, then I’ll try for the hat trick.
She won’t be mad once she gets used to the idea of three Bobbys.
“Come on, Bud.” With Bobby under one arm, and two cases clutched in my right hand, I follow Nelly along the path to the same apartment Geo always lived in. As I pass the ‘For Lease’ signs near the front mailboxes, I raise a brow and consider.
We can’t live with Geo forever. But an apartment this close to his would be cool.
Close enough, he could watch over my family when I work at night.
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