Page 32 of Daddy's Little 1
I place my briefcase on the dining table. “Brenna? Where are you, baby girl?”
No answer.
I head to our bedroom to find it empty, then hear the flush of the toilet. Brenna emerges, her hair messy, looking pale and troubled.
“Bren?” I move toward her. “You okay, lass?”
She bites her lip. “Yes. No. I don’t know.”
“What’s the matter? Are you sick?” My heart thrums in panic.
She moves away, pacing the floor by our bed. My gaze follows her every movement in her baby doll pajamas, the top stretched over her magnificent tits and the curve of her arse beneath her short shorts.
“We never talked about it,” she finally says, whirling to face me.
“Talked about what?”
“Contraception.”
“Okay,” I say carefully. “We can talk about it now if you like.” I don’t like the idea of her going on the pill or using a condom because the thought of her belly swollen with our baby is the biggest fucking turn-on. I can’t wait to start a family with my wife, but I know how important pursuing her art career is to her. I can wait until she’s ready.
She wrings her hands. “That’s a bit like closing the stable door after the horse has bolted.”
I stare at her blankly.
“I’m pregnant,” she states before I can get the dots to connect.
I open and close my mouth.
“With child. Knocked up. Eating for two,” she elaborates.
Jesus.
My vocal cords finally unlock. “You’re giving me a bairn?”
Brenna starts pacing again. “This is all your fault.” She shoots me a glare. “If you and your cock weren’t so irresistible. If I didn’t lose my damn mind and common sense every time you touch me…”
I move in front of her and place my hands on her shoulders, halting her pacing. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me? You’re… unhappy about this?”
Her brown eyes widen. “Unhappy? No, no. I’m overjoyed. But I thought… It’s too soon. Isn’t it? What with the new bar you’re opening and me trying to get established with my art? I’m scared, Roman. What if I can’t do this? A baby is a huge responsibility. What if I trip and drop him on his head, or forget where I’ve put him, or—”
My chest rumbles with laughter as I stop her with a kiss, sliding my tongue inside her mouth and drinking her in. “Have you forgotten who your da is? The man who raised you single-handedly while passing the bar?” I ask when I pull back. “Because if James Masters can do it, you sure as hell can.Wecan.”
She searches my eyes for a long moment. “So, you’re okay about this?”
“Okay? I’ve ne’er been happier, lass.”
“Oh, thank God,” she says with a relieved breath.
I tilt her chin up. “The fact that you were worried about telling me lets me know that I’m not performing my husbandly duties correctly.”
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t want my baby girl keeping things from me. We’re married. I’m yours, and you’re mine. If something upsets you, it upsets me, and I want to know so I can help. You’ve been distant the last few days, and it’s been fucking torture.”
Brenna cups my face, giving me the first smile in days. “I’m sorry, Daddy. How can I make it up to you?”
My cock springs to life.Jesus. Every. Fucking. Time.