“Why?”
“You’re ovulating.”
Shocked, she responded, “I’m sorry, what?”
“You heard me.”
“How do you even know that?”
“I have an app on my phone that tracks your cycle.”
She stared at me dumbfounded.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“How long have you known my cycle, Jax?”
“Why is that relevant?”
“Because your wife wants to know.”
“My wife, huh?”
“I mean, that’s who I am.”
“Well, your loving husband has known your cycle since we got married.”
“Why?”
“My intention has always been to knock you up as many times as I can.”
“I’m not a gumball machine, Jax.”
I smiled. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant.”
“You’re not going to be saying that once the hormones kick in.”
I didn’t want to waste any time. We’d already wasted over a decade. She would have been pregnant with triplets if I had my way. I wanted to end this chapter of our lives and start a new one with her.
“I heard pregnant women are extra horny. My cock will enjoy your insatiable need for him.”
“Horny, hungry, needy, moody, pretty much every emotion under the sun.” She smiled. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, Quarterback. I know you’re just trying to change the subject of you retiring.”
“Sophie, it’s not up for debate. I plan to play for at least another ten years.”
I snapped, “Ten years? You can’t be serious.”
“You knew who I was when you married me. Now you’re stuck with me.”
“I married you under false pretenses. I had no plans on staying married to you.”
“Good thing I wasn’t ever going to let you go.”
“You really would have denied me a divorce?”
“Ask Autumn and Caleb.”
“Wait, what? They know?”