Hooking - Kristine Allen Page 0,96

serious as he rolled me to my back. He scooted down until his lips rested against the slight curve below my belly button. He nuzzled his cheek against my skin, and his beard tickled.

His eyes found mine as he kissed my stomach. “I cannot think of a single more precious gift than what you’re giving me. And I need to come clean about something.” He looked worried, and I frowned as I reached down to stroke his cheek with the backs of my fingers.

“When I found out that Isaac wasn’t mine, I was more than a little upset. No, that’s not true. I was pretty devastated, but I wasn’t prepared for that, so I lied. It was dumb, but nonetheless, I said it. It was easier to say I was glad I wasn’t being strapped with a kid that to admit that I’d gotten attached to a baby that quickly.”

“Aw, Alex, I’m so sorry. I wish you would’ve talked to me about it and maybe this entire misunderstanding could’ve been avoided.” That broke my heart.

“Don’t be. I wouldn’t trade you asking me to marry you and let you have my babies for anything. Also, while you were working things out in your head, I got in touch with Isaac’s real dad, and he sent me pics. Besides, I’m going to have my very own little Egbert to fill that void.” He grinned, kissed my stomach and climbed back up to hover over me.

“By the way,” he added. “My parents confirmed they are coming for Thanksgiving.”

My eyes widened. We’d discussed it, but it had seemed like a far away event at the time.

“And Christmas.”

“Holy batshit, Batman,” I whispered. “I’m gonna meet your parents.”

He grinned. “They’re gonna love you.”

I kissed him and trailed a finger along his bottom lip.

“Mine will love you too.”

“I hope so.” He sighed.

“Now my brothers, on the other hand….” I trailed off in mock warning.

“Aw, shit,” he groaned, and I laughed.

“Go get Mom and Dad and tell them I’m ready to open presents.” Cooper whined, and Sydney laughed at him.

“How old are you?” she asked with a grin. She sat on the couch with her legs curled up under her, wearing fuzzy pajama pants with Santa cats all over them. Her belly was barely starting to curve with the baby, and it was literally the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Victor was curled up on the back of the couch behind her.

“Doesn’t matter.” He huffed as he sat on the floor, pouting.

“He’s five,” I said.

“Fuck off,” he said to me.

“Jesus, come on, let’s go get them. You get Mom, I’ll get Dad.” I stood from the couch where I’d been sitting by my wife. I’d never get tired of saying that or thinking it.

My wife.

She giggled at us as we headed down the hall. He stopped at Mom’s door and knocked, but she didn’t answer. I paused when he called out to her, but she didn’t answer.

“Bathroom?” I asked. He shook his head.

“Door’s open,” he replied in confusion.

“Let me get Dad, and we’ll look for Mom. I hope they didn’t argue and she left in the night.” It would be par for the course, but it was Christmas, for fuck sake.

I knocked on Dad’s door, but he didn’t answer either. Coop and I looked at each other in bewilderment. “Don’t tell me they both left. That’s fucked,” he said.

Then we heard a noise that sounded like Dad might be sick or hurt, so we opened the door.

Worst.

Mistake.

Ever.

The sight that greeted us was something I can never unsee. My dad’s bare ass pounding into some chick from behind.

In.

My.

House.

They were so intent on their mission, they didn’t even hear us open the door.

“Dad!” we both said in surprised horror.

The woman squealed, and Dad jumped, grabbing the comforter and covering their nakedness. Thank fuck.

Except our horror was exacerbated by the knowledge that our dad was banging our mom.

“Oh my God!” Cooper howled, covering his eyes.

“Jesus!” I groaned, covering mine. “I can’t erase that sight from my eyes! What the hell?”

“Um. Sorry?” Dad said as I vomited a little in my mouth.

“What’s going on?” Sydney said as she looked around me. “Oh my God! Oh! I’m so sorry!”

She darted back down the hall with Victor chasing after her.

“Well, this is awkward,” my dad said.

“You think?” I exclaimed with my hand still covering my closed eyes.

“Maybe we should’ve told you we got back together after Thanksgiving,” my mother offered apologetically.

“What?” Coop and I both shrieked.

“Um, how about if we get dressed and we