Page 88 of Real Good Love
“Rose, do not put that in your mouth.”
I turn to see Creighton Karas talking to his daughter behind me, which never ceases to amuse me. The man can run an empire, but his baby girl has him wrapped around her finger.
Holly has just started to show with their second. I can only hope to be so lucky.
“You about wrapped up, Bruce?”
All the women turn at my question as they prepare to start another vibrator race across the bar.
“Logan! Are you early?” Banner looks toward the clock on the wall.
“I’m an hour late, actually.”
She smiles and waddles toward me. If she knew I even thought the wordwaddle, she’d crucify me. Even though I’d explain it’s the most beautiful fucking waddle in the world.
“They’re placing bets. Holly put fifty on a girl. Greer put fifty on it being a boy.”
“Fifty dollars?”
Banner laughs. “Fifty thousand.”
“Jesus Christ,” I whisper.
“Don’t worry, the loser has to contribute it to her college fund.”
“Still a her?”
Banner rolls her eyes. “Of course. There’s no way I’m wrong about this.”
“I guess we’ll find out soon, won’t we?”
I grab her hand and lift it to my mouth to press a kiss against it. She wouldn’t let me replace the ring from the arcade with a diamond, so I had a white gold replica made and swapped it out. Her finger is too swollen to wear it at the moment, so it’s in the safe at home.
Banner smiles. “We might be finding out sooner than we thought. I think I’ve been having contractions for the last two hours.”
“And you didn’t call me?” My voice is calm, even though my head feels like it might explode.
“I was having fun.”
“Bruce ...” There are a million things I could say right now, but instead, I lift her into my arms and head for the door.
“We’ll see you all at the hospital later,” I yell.
“Don’t forget to take your shower favors!” Banner calls over my shoulder. “They’re my newest bullet vibrators and cock rings. I can personally attest to them being amazing.”
Only my wife.
The best decision I ever made was to take that Road Runner to New York City myself.
* * *
Seventeen hours later
“Mr.Brantley, would you like to hold your daughter?”
I meet Banner’s tear-filled eyes over the head of the tiny infant lying on her chest.
“Absolutely. Come here, Rogue.”
The End
