anyone pissed him off, he could invite them over for dinner and throw them to the real wolves.
Maybe this would be all right. Jake was a big, handsome boy. I needed to stop worrying about this thing between us and simply enjoy it in the moment.
“So when are you getting Casey?” I wasn’t going to fight him anymore on the Gala.
“I’ll bring her over tonight.” His eyebrow raised in question.
“I want to help with her. I mean, I know nothing about raising a baby tiger, but I can try.” I wanted to mother the shit out of that little cub. My ovaries were marching around, holding parades, totally exploding with love for little Casey.
“You want to help take care of her?” he asked like he was trying to figure out what I said. It wasn’t a puzzle.
“Yeah, I do. Something about her pulls at something in me. I understand if I’m not allowed to. Liability and all. Hell, shouldn’t I have signed something about how my family shouldn’t sue you in case I die, anyways?” And I was back to rambling.
“Probably.” He winked, then nodded.
“You can help me. I’ll show you what to do, just use your head. She can hurt you, even now,” he stated. I wanted to jump up and down and do a little dance. I was going to help Casey grow up and be strong.
“Awesomesauce.” I raised my cup of sweet tea to Jake, he lifted his and we clinked them together. We were classy like that.
After lunch, Jake went back out to do his stuff, and I hopped into Bambi, then drove to Rayne’s apartment.
Chapter Seventeen
“Let me in, you hooker!” I knocked politely. Even though I had a key and used it frequently, I did not want to interrupt her and Arson having preggers sex.
“Good afternoon, Cammy.” Arson opened the door with no shirt on.
Lord Jesus, there’s a fire. I think I definitely got knocked up being around these hot men today.
“Go put a shirt on, Arson, you’re distracting me from kidnapping your woman.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked in to see my bestie doing pregnant yoga in her living room.
“How’s it going, my blossoming mother to be?” She looked really good. Healthy, glowing, and still in shape.
“Good.” She breathed through her stretch. She had one leg behind her, while her body faced me and her other leg was bent underneath her. I would probably get stuck in a position like that.
“Awesome. I’m stealing you away from your lover to get pedicures for tomorrow.” I sat down on her couch, making myself comfy. She smiled and got out of her position quickly.
“Sounds good, actually. I could use a good foot rubbing.” She sat with her legs crossed.
“I rub your feet,” Arson piped up from the kitchen.
“You’re a lifesaver! But I still want someone to paint my toes, too.” Then she whispered to me, “He sucks.”
“Jake painted my toes pretty damn well,” I commented, realizing my mistake after it was too late.
“So, things have progressed then?” Rayne looked really excited. She crawled over to me with her little belly swinging beneath her and sat beside me.
“I’ve decided to let things be for now. He’s going with me to the Gala tomorrow.”
“Oh, I get to meet Jake, the horse fister!” she exclaimed. I laughed at the nickname. Not sure he would ever live that down in my eyes. Arson simply shook his head as he walked into their bedroom.
“Yep, you get ready to get pampered. My girls are ready for us.” I loved spending days like this with my Rayne. She was my person.
“Yes! Let me go put on a bra.” She jumped up as quickly as her preggo body could manage and walked into the bedroom. She had a little waddle to her step, which made her look super cute. I couldn’t wait to be a waddling preggo woman. She came out a moment later with kissed swollen lips and a happy look on her face. I said my goodbyes to Arson and we headed down to Bambi.
My girls took good care of us. Manicures, pedicures, and Rayne got a prenatal massage.
Maybe this would be all right. Jake was a big, handsome boy. I needed to stop worrying about this thing between us and simply enjoy it in the moment.
“So when are you getting Casey?” I wasn’t going to fight him anymore on the Gala.
“I’ll bring her over tonight.” His eyebrow raised in question.
“I want to help with her. I mean, I know nothing about raising a baby tiger, but I can try.” I wanted to mother the shit out of that little cub. My ovaries were marching around, holding parades, totally exploding with love for little Casey.
“You want to help take care of her?” he asked like he was trying to figure out what I said. It wasn’t a puzzle.
“Yeah, I do. Something about her pulls at something in me. I understand if I’m not allowed to. Liability and all. Hell, shouldn’t I have signed something about how my family shouldn’t sue you in case I die, anyways?” And I was back to rambling.
“Probably.” He winked, then nodded.
“You can help me. I’ll show you what to do, just use your head. She can hurt you, even now,” he stated. I wanted to jump up and down and do a little dance. I was going to help Casey grow up and be strong.
“Awesomesauce.” I raised my cup of sweet tea to Jake, he lifted his and we clinked them together. We were classy like that.
After lunch, Jake went back out to do his stuff, and I hopped into Bambi, then drove to Rayne’s apartment.
Chapter Seventeen
“Let me in, you hooker!” I knocked politely. Even though I had a key and used it frequently, I did not want to interrupt her and Arson having preggers sex.
“Good afternoon, Cammy.” Arson opened the door with no shirt on.
Lord Jesus, there’s a fire. I think I definitely got knocked up being around these hot men today.
“Go put a shirt on, Arson, you’re distracting me from kidnapping your woman.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked in to see my bestie doing pregnant yoga in her living room.
“How’s it going, my blossoming mother to be?” She looked really good. Healthy, glowing, and still in shape.
“Good.” She breathed through her stretch. She had one leg behind her, while her body faced me and her other leg was bent underneath her. I would probably get stuck in a position like that.
“Awesome. I’m stealing you away from your lover to get pedicures for tomorrow.” I sat down on her couch, making myself comfy. She smiled and got out of her position quickly.
“Sounds good, actually. I could use a good foot rubbing.” She sat with her legs crossed.
“I rub your feet,” Arson piped up from the kitchen.
“You’re a lifesaver! But I still want someone to paint my toes, too.” Then she whispered to me, “He sucks.”
“Jake painted my toes pretty damn well,” I commented, realizing my mistake after it was too late.
“So, things have progressed then?” Rayne looked really excited. She crawled over to me with her little belly swinging beneath her and sat beside me.
“I’ve decided to let things be for now. He’s going with me to the Gala tomorrow.”
“Oh, I get to meet Jake, the horse fister!” she exclaimed. I laughed at the nickname. Not sure he would ever live that down in my eyes. Arson simply shook his head as he walked into their bedroom.
“Yep, you get ready to get pampered. My girls are ready for us.” I loved spending days like this with my Rayne. She was my person.
“Yes! Let me go put on a bra.” She jumped up as quickly as her preggo body could manage and walked into the bedroom. She had a little waddle to her step, which made her look super cute. I couldn’t wait to be a waddling preggo woman. She came out a moment later with kissed swollen lips and a happy look on her face. I said my goodbyes to Arson and we headed down to Bambi.
My girls took good care of us. Manicures, pedicures, and Rayne got a prenatal massage.
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