Page 26 of Spark
Her steps slow the moment she sees the house ahead of us.
“It’s okay, amore mio. They’re crazy, but you’ll like them, and they’ll love you. I promise.”
The front door opens before we have a chance to knock, revealing a very pregnant Cora standing in the entrance.
“You’re here,” she greets brightly, waddling toward us with one hand supporting her back.
“Hey, Cora,” I greet.
Cora’s smile widens when she looks from me to Verity, then to our entwined hands hanging between us.
“Hey, Warrick,” she says, then immediately dismisses me as all of her attention moves to my woman. “Hi, Verity, it’s really nice to meet you in person,” she says, hooking her arm through Verity’s and pulling her away from me. I reluctantly let her go, watching as Cora chats animatedly as she guides her into the house, leaving me to follow behind.
“Warrick,” Huck says the moment I step through the doorway.
“Huck.”
“She yours?” he asks, quietly enough that only he and I can hear.
“Yep.”
Nodding, his lips twist into a smirk. “Does she know?”
“Nope,” I confirm.
“Got it,” he says on a chuckle.
“She needs to know that she’s safe with me,” I confess.
“Cora and the others will reassure her,” he says, slapping me on the back.
“I hope so,” I confess, watching her walk away, my eyes fixed on the sexily innocent white panties I can just see through her dress as she sways from side to side with each step she takes.
Like every other time I’m in the Barnetts’ home, it’s loud and chaotic but oddly comfortable. A very pregnant Lulu joins Cora and Verity on the couch, while Cora tries to point out which of the kids running around are hers.
“I can’t believe you’re going to have a third kid soon,” I tell Huck, my attention still focused on Verity from the other side of the room.
“I love seeing my wife pregnant,” he boasts happily.
“Are you finished after this one?” I ask.
“Hell no. I want as many babies as she’ll give me. She says she needs a few years off after this one, but since she had Mav, birth control doesn’t seem to stick, so I’m hoping to be working on number four soon.”
“Is she going to be okay with that?” I ask.
“Probably not.” He laughs. “She’ll accuse me of deliberately getting her pregnant again, but she knows these last two pregnancies had nothing to do with me and everything to do with our kids being that one percent.”
“One percent?”
“Yeah, birth control is ninety-nine percent effective. We’re the one percent.”
Chuckling softly to myself, I wonder how Verity will look pregnant. I want kids, but not straight away. I want to enjoy her first. She’s only twenty, so we have plenty of time.
“I know that look,” Huck says, his expression knowing. “Hits you like a Mack truck when you realize your woman is yours, doesn’t it?”
I nod, in total understanding since the first time I met him and his brothers. “I had no idea,” I admit.
“How did you find her?”
