Page 90 of Her Filthy Grump
She cocks an eyebrow. “What happened when you forgot with me?”
“When I’m with you, I want it all. From the first time I saw you, I knew you’d shatter any resistance I had. I come unraveled any time I’m near you. It’s no wonder I forgot a condom or more likely I didn’t want a barrier between me and the world you open up.”
“Damn you.” She glares at me, then she jumps and throws her arms around my neck. “I love you so much, Kameron. The thought of not having you love me as much as I love you makes me a weak mess. I’m sorry I got mad at you, but I thought you were going to break up with me or disappear.”
I rest my forehead against hers. “Layla, I’m not leaving.”
“Good.” She presses her lips against mine and the world rights itself. Everything I’ve worried about disappears. I’ll be a good husband and father. She won’t let me be anything else.
Several seconds pass while I lose myself in her touch. As my hands thread through her hair, she whimpers, and I dive inside, taking the opening she offers. Pure heaven on earth. I soak in her sunshine and warmth and let contentment seep through all my pores. Meadow Bay. Who would have thought?
She pulls back and beams. “Remember when I said I’ve got something to tell you?”
“Yes.” Nothing she says can ruin this moment. Birds are singing as they fly by, and the neighborhood dog kicks up his leg and pisses on my front tire. Yep, this place is perfect.
“I thought for a second you knocked up every girl you date when I called last night. Your brother answered and said that you were with your pregnant ex.”
“Shit. Now, I understand. I thought I heard my phone ring. I’m sorry he said that. He knew the baby wasn’t mine. I told him the second she walked into the bar.”
“And….” She wrinkles her nose. “I came here guns blazing to warn Jenny all about your manwhore ways, and your overachieving sperm count.”
“Thank you. I’m sure she would have appreciated it.” I smirk.
“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes.
My stomach does a slow roll. Overachieving sperm count. Knocked up every girl you date. She can’t be. Can she?Holy fuck. I’m going to be a father.Happiness and adrenaline race through my body, leaving me feeling like I’m going to burst. “Are you?”
“Nope.” She smiles and places her hands on my face. “We are. You’re going to be an awesome father. I can’t wait to have this baby with you and watch you fall all over yourself over her.”
“Her?” What the hell? She can’t know that already. Can she? Damn, I need to brush up on this child development stuff.
“She’s going to be a girl.” She grins.
“Girl. Boy. Doesn’t matter to me.” I grab her thighs and haul her up my body until she wraps her legs around me. “There’s nothing in this world that means more to me than you, and now, our baby. Will you marry me?”
Her eyes drift to my chest. “You don’t have to ask that.”
“Layla, I want to marry you. I want to be your husband. I want to fight with you and then stick around to make up. I hear that make up sex is hot.”
“You don’t say?” She grins and wiggles against me. “I say we go find out.”
I clear my throat. I’m dead serious about marrying her. She may think it is spur of the moment, but it’s not. “Babe?”
“Yes?”
“Reach into my pocket.”
She waggles her eyebrows. “Do you have a hole in there?”
I throw my head back and laugh. Even during the most serious of conversations, she brings joy into it. I’m the luckiest man alive.
When her fingers brush against my cock, I groan. “Not yet.”
“Fine,” she sighs, and then her fingers stop moving. “Kameron?”
“Open it.”
She stops breathing as she drags the box out of my pocket and brings it to her chest. “You meant it?”