Page 32 of Her Bad Boy

"I'm bored!" she whined without fear of consequence, because he wasn't about to punish her when she was in this condition. Hell, she was amazed he even wanted to be around her when she looked like a beached whale. She practically expected to wake up one morning and find that he'd rolled her out through the sliders and onto the beach that was no more than fifteen feet away and begun pouring sea water over her to encourage her to go back to her watery home.

"I know, kitten. Would you like me to carry you onto the deck? Or do you want to watch a movie? I hear they've added some good stuff to Netflix this month."

"No," she pouted, rolling towards him—and promptly wetting the bed. "Oh dear, I think my water's broken. It's about fucking time."

"Allie!" Lucas scolded, calmly getting up and removing the soiled sheets and blankets, and taking out a clean gown for her to wear. "You know what I've told you about that mouth of yours! I won't have it around the baby."

"Yes, Sir," she grumbled, letting him dress her as if she was the baby.

"I'm going to go get the doctor," he announced, but he didn't move until he'd tugged her into a long, surprisingly passionate kiss. "I love you, and I can't wait to meet our little daughter."

"Me, either!" Allie replied enthusiastically.

It was a surprisingly short number of hours later when the big first time Daddy held his tiny little girl for the first time, snuggling himself and the baby up to her momma, whom he kissed again quite reverently. "Thank you for all of that work—all of those months carrying her and then all of that labor bringing her into the world. What should we name her?"

"Well," Allie yawned sleepily, putting her head on his strong shoulder. "We talked about a lot of names, but I kind of like the idea of naming her after your great-grandmother. After all, if it wasn't for your great-grandparents, we wouldn't have our wonderful life here, on this island paradise."

"Evangeline it is, then."

"Eva, for short, and my Mother's middle name for hers, so Eva Milan Bove."

Lucas could hardly believe how his life had changed in the past months, but he refused to examine too closely the confluence of events that had brought them here. They were safe, their child was healthy, and his good/bad girl wife was rarely out of his sight.

It was more than he deserved, and he knew it, but he also knew that he was going to spend the rest of his days trying to live up to what he had been given.

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The End