Page 64 of Playing It Forward

“That’s one,” I mutter.

Her brow wrinkles. “One what?”

“One spanking after our little mermaid is born.”

She shivers before clearing her throat. “You can’t spank me.”

I cock an eyebrow. “Wanna bet?”

Her breath hitches, and my cock twitches. I mentally add spanking to the things I’m doing to her once our baby is born.

I place my hand on her lower back and usher her out of her office and down the hallway.

“Where’s your bag of supplies?” she teases.

“In the car.”

She halts. “You’re serious? We’re going to the clinic. It’s in the hospital, which is five minutes away.”

“Don’t care. I like to be prepared.”

“You’re going to be one of those parents who arrives at the kid’s soccer game with snacks for the entire team, aren’t you?”

I am and I’m not embarrassed. I won’t be my dad. Never showing up at my games. Only asking how it went if it suits his agenda.

“Soccer? You think our kid is playing soccer?”

“Or maybe badminton.”

I choke. “Badminton.”

She wags her finger at me. “You’re letting our little mermaid play whatever sport he or she wants.”

“Our little mermaid can play whatever sport she wants, but I refuse to call badminton a sport.”

“It’s an Olympic event.”

I grunt. “Don’t care.”

“You’re annoying. It’s a good thing you’re hot.”

I smirk. “You think I’m sexy.”

She rolls her eyes. “Obviously. Little mermaid is proof.”

I can’t wait to show her how sexy I can be. Except she’s pregnant. I need to be gentle with her.

We arrive at my SUV and I open the passenger door for her.

“Did you borrow Brock’s SUV again?”

“Nope. This is mine.”

Her eyes widen. “You bought a new SUV? That was quick.”

I shrug. “The little mermaid can hardly fit in the back seat of my sports car.”

I start to shut her door but she shackles my wrist. “You bought this SUV because of our baby?”