“Oh, yeah,” I say, sighing dramatically. “Well, if you do have a baby, I have no doubt you’ll be an amazing mother. You take such good care of me. Kelsi’s also sweet and has gotten a lot of practice with Iggy and Ozzy. You two will be awesome parents. Oh, and I’ll babysit a lot. Sometimes, you won’t see your baby for days because of how I stole it and forgot to bring it back.”
Taylor narrows her eyes. “Don’t eat my baby.”
“No, I’m not that kind of evil witch. I’m the sort that fattens the kid up with goodies and then lets them live. I’m a nice evil witch,” I say, and Taylor laughs. “But I have a question about making the baby with Hugh. Will he just be the spunk donor, or will he be parent number three?”
“That last one.”
Shaking my head, I grumble, “So your kid has three parents, and mine will have one? That seems like bullshit. I need one of you to be a second parent to my kid. I pick Hugh because he’s sensible. You and Kelsi are just too much drama,” I tease since Taylor is well-known to be the more rational one between us. “Man, Kelsi and Hugh would make a super cute kid. Her big eyes on a baby is some Disney-level shit.”
Taylor reveals one of those smiles she saves for just the right moments. That’s how I knew she loved Kelsi and wasn’t just hooking up. Months ago, I asked if Taylor and Kelsi ever spooned. It was one of those random things I ask people when I want to hear myself talk. Well, Taylor responded with a sunshine-filled smile, and I knew she was in love. For the first time in my life, I hated Taylor a little. Jealousy is a tricky bitch.
But I’m also in love with how in love my favorite people are. I want for them what I saw growing up with my parents. In some ways, Taylor’s happiness matters the most because she wasn’t born into a good family. She deserves to create one as an adult.
Looping my arm with hers, I guide Taylor into the Saloon while thinking of her holding a little Kelsi-Hugh cutie. That’s going to be a sweet sight one day.
Inside the Saloon, I instantly spot the man I can’t stop thinking about despite the buckets and buckets of ice I’ve shoved in my crotch. Goliath’s muscular body is shoved into a booth away from the one my group usually haunts. Sitting across from him, a sweet butt named Dione bounces in response to whatever she’s saying. Goliath doesn’t stare at her boobs despite them shoved out in a push-up bra and emphasized with a tight top. She either misses his lack of interest or doesn’t care. A lot of the sweet butts are only here to fuck big, tatted men. They’re not looking to make friends.
Which is good because I decide to ruin her good time. Max and Ramona claimed I needed to get to know Goliath as a person. Basically, we needed to date. Then I’ll either get over him or feel comfortable enough to ravish his giant, sexy body.
Taylor tries not to sigh with disapproval when I say I’m planning to eat with Goliath. I think she might break a rib in that endeavor. Or at the very least, she gives herself indigestion.
Despite thinking I’m an idiot, she gives me the go-ahead with my appearance. I stroll over to the table where my giant crush and his wannabe Betty Boop sit.
“Hey, doll, please go elsewhere,” I tell Dione in my most cheerful voice.
Goliath leans back, looking immediately amused by two women wanting his company. Dione, though, doesn’t even glance in my direction before saying, “We’re talking.”
Losing my casual smile, I snarl at Dione, “Bitch, I said please. Are you asking me to punch you?”
As if remembering the fapsocks I’ve beat up in this very bar, Dione awakens from her horny haze and rushes away.
“Thanks, doll,” I call out after her before shoving my ass into the booth and smiling at Goliath. “Hello.”
“I wanted you two to wrestle.”
“It would have been a short bout. She can’t take a punch.”
“How would you know?”
“Did you see how hard she flinched when I called her bitch? Dione’s got a tender heart.”
“Not like you.”
“No, I can take a punch. Taylor nailed me in the pussy the other