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I lifted my hand and slapped him. Again.
Game on, motherfucker.
True to his word, Henry scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder. His large hand came down on my ass with a resounding crack. “That’s for not telling me how you felt!”
“You asshole!” I slapped my hand against his back.
His hand came down a second time. “That’s for not reaching out to me about my son!”
“You said you didn’t want him!” I tried to get off his shoulder and his hand came down on my other cheek. “How was I supposed to know that bitch was knocked up!?”
I felt his hand rubbing my cheeks before another swat landed. “That’s for moving away!”
“Oh! You know what?” I slapped at his back. “There was no fucking way I was staying at that high school!”
“You purposefully left!” His hand came down again. “If I knew you were carrying my child, I would’ve moved heaven and hell to take care of you both!” Another swat landed.
“Mommy!” Charlie’s voice rang through the house.
“Miranda! Henry!” His father’s voice joined in. “We brought dinner!”
“Why is you holding Mommy?”
“I … uh …”
His dad’s rich laugh flooded the hall. “The boys were concerned about you both eating dinner. So we brought dinner home.”
“Daddy?” Dillon walked over beside Charlie. “Why is hers on you?”
“Yeah, Henry.” It was my turn to be sarcastic. “Why am I over your shoulder?”
“Grampa, I can shows you plates.” Charlie’s happiness was infectious. “Mommy? Where Ellie and Herc?”
“They’re in the barn. They wouldn’t leave Soda.” I cleared my throat. “Henry? If you put me down, I can get the dogs.”
“You has dogs!” Dillon’s voice rose an octave in excitement.
Henry and I are so very fucked.
He tugged me down his body, making sure I felt every. Fucking. Hard. Muscle. And a soft moan slipped from my lips. For his ears only.
His brown eyes met mine, and I saw the unshed tears in them. “Dillon’s been wanting a dog.”
“Boys and dogs go hand in hand.” It was hard to swallow. “I’ll go get them and he can help me. If you …” I shuddered as I fought back a sob. “If you’ll help your son get the plates.”
His eyes closed, and the tears fell, breaking my heart in two. I lifted my hands, cupping his cheeks, and brushed the tears away with my thumbs. “Henry. I’m sorry.”
Walking away from him at that moment took every ounce of willpower I had. When I got to the living room, I held my hand out to Dillon. “Would you like to help me get the dogs?”
“Yes!” He bounced excitedly and placed his hand in mine.
Mr. Walsh gave me a small smile, then called down the hall. “Charles Henry.”
“What?” Henry grumbled.
“I didn’t do nuffin, Grampa.” Charlie sounded confused, and I saw the blood drain from Mr. Walsh’s face.
It’s official. I’m going to hell.
