He may be a little cocky, but he’s not wrong. I’m always thinking of him. “Yeah, well, I was thinking when Baby Barrett comes, we won’t be able to have S-E-X for six weeks.”
He grunts. He understands and would never do anything to hurt me, but it doesn’t mean he has to like it. “I know that. I’ll take care of you, Em.”
I stand up from the swing slowly with a little help from his pushing me from behind. I hold my hand out to him. “I know you will. But right now, I want to take care of you.”
He stands up instantly. “Well, you know I’m not going to say no to that.”
I start to pull him toward the house when he leans down and picks me up in his arms. “Rest, Momma. At least until you get to the bedroom.”
I lean my head into his chest. The same steady, pounding rhythm from our first time together is there, pounding against my ear. He says he was captivated by me the second he saw me. He thinks I saved him, but the truth be told, he’s the one that saved me.
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