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We played another round, and I lost again.
I would’ve been more surprised if I won, at that point.
“Let’s talk about parenting and childcare. We don’t need to figure out any details or make any decisions, obviously, but I want to have an idea of your thoughts on them so I don’t start making plans that you’ll hate.”
That was actually pretty damn reasonable.
“Okay. I have some terrible memories of being in foster homes when I was a kid, so I’ll probably have a hard time trusting anyone else. I’m sure we could find a good childcare or nanny or something if we tried, but I would rather we take care of the baby together. If money’s not an issue, I can do most of that myself, and cut back on my work if necessary. As far as parenting goes, I have no idea how to be a parent. I’ll have to read some books or something.”
Beck nodded. “We’ll both read books. And I’m definitely on board with taking care of the baby together; I think it’s fair if we split the time and effort, so I still have enough time with the pack and you still have the time you need for your business.”
“That sounds perfect.” My lips tilted upward.
Beck’s did too.
He shuffled, and dealt again.
I looked down at the list, and my smile morphed into a grimace.
-Sex
-Blood drinking
We’d reached the most intense subjects on the damn list.
We played through the round, and unsurprisingly, I lost.
I heaved a sigh. “I don’t want to talk about either of these things.”
Beck chuckled. “You could always strip.”
My eyebrows lifted.
“It is strip poker. You’ve got at least a few items of clothing you could rid yourself of before you have to tell me anything else.”
He was on to something.
Stripping would buy myself time… and it would change the mood.
My body warmed a bit at the thought.
There was no reason we couldn’t have sex, since we’d gotten through the doctor’s appointment. It wasn’t like he could knock me up again.
I’d forgiven him for keeping the truth from me, so that wasn’t in the way, either.
“Alright, I’m paying with my sweater,” I decided, tugging it over my head and dropping it on the ground.
Beck’s chest rumbled in satisfaction as his gaze moved over my lace bra. “Good choice.”
After he’d looked his fill, he dealt another hand.
Which I lost.
I slipped my pants off, and his chest rumbled again, louder.
“You hard yet?” I asked him, as I sat back down. The wooden chair was warm against my mostly-bare ass, and I was definitely getting wet between my thighs thanks to the way he was looking at me.
“As a fucking rock.”
