Chapter 31

Wayne’s POV

It’s the first time I’ve heard the word in reference to me, and I like it — and not in a kinky way. I’m going to be some little boy or little girl’s daddy, and I don’t think it’s fully sunk in yet. I’m not sure it will sink in until the baby is here.

It’s…scary.

And exciting too.

But mostly scary.

I shake my head, pushing away all the thoughts trying to intrude, then focus back on the task at hand: crawling across the couch until I’m lying on top of her and we’re fitted perfectly against one another.

“You can’t murder me.”

“You’re right. Robb already called dibs.”

“I can take Robb.”

“Uh, the busted lip you had a while back says otherwise.”

“No. The busted lip I had says I deserved what I got, not that I couldn’t take him.”

“Hmm. I’m betting on Robb.”

“Oh?” I ask, dropping my head and running my nose along her jawline, taking in the scent that’s completely her. “Is that so?”

“Mmm” — she moans wh