Page 58 of Adrian

“So you can pee on the stick.” I hold up the pregnancy test I snagged on the way out of the room.

“Now?” She giggles.

“Now, princess.” I’m so fucking possessive that I help her onto the toilet and squat in front of her to open the box. After a quick glance at the directions, I pat her thighs. “Spread your legs, baby.”

“Adrian…” she complains futilely. She does as she’s told, though.

I hold the test strip between her legs. “Pee, Blair.”

“So bossy.” She grabs my forearms.

“Very. Now pee. I know you need to.”

Sure enough, she releases a stream of urine, and I eventually pull the test away to set it on the back of the toilet.

I grab some toilet paper for my wife, but before I can wipe her, she snags it from my hands. “Too much, Adrian,” she sasses.

“It’s just pee, baby. I like taking care of you.”

“Yeah, well, I can wipe my own butt.”

“Sure. Now you can. But what about in nine months, huh?” I tease.

She shoves me away and stands to head for the sink.

I join her, surround her from behind, and wash our combined hands while kissing my wife’s neck. “I’m sorry about your parents. I hope you don’t feel like I overstepped.”

“God, no. I was kind of surprised you didn’t punch my father in the face. He was an ass. It was embarrassing.” She turns in my arms.

“No reason to be embarrassed, princess. Their behavior is on them, not you.”

“Promise me you won’t let me become them as our kids grow up.”

“Never.”

“Do you think they will leave me alone now?”

“They certainly won’t try to have you committed or dare set foot on our property, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Do you think they will ever come around and see reason?”

“I hope so, baby. I hate you being estranged from your parents, but they have to come to that conclusion on their own. They can only get to you through me now. No more checking that phone. I’ll keep it. I don’t want you stressing over them. When, and if, they decide to be decent, civil human beings, I’ll let them ease into your life. Until then, I won’t permit them to upset you.”

“And the papers you gave them? Will they definitely keep me safe?”

“The documents Nate Evans drew up are airtight, baby. Your parents can’t do anything. We got ahead of them and nipped that shit in the bud. You’re mine. Any decisions that need to be made with regard to your medical care if you’re ever incapacitated will be made by me. Not them. It’s in a notarized document.”

She smooths her hands up my chest. “Do you know how sexy you are when you talk about legal rights and notaries?”

I chuckle. “Do you know how sexy you are when you breathe?”

She giggles and looks past me toward the test.

“It’s just a formality,” I tell her. “You’ll sleep better once you see those two lines.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“Or maybe I have that backward. Maybe I’ll be so fucking into my pregnant wife’s body that I won’t let you sleep at all.” I shrug.