Page 65 of Playing It Forward

“And because of you.” I kiss her nose. “I want you to be comfortable.” I shrug. “Besides, we need the space.”

“We need the space? I think you mean you need the space for all your doomsday supplies.”

I chuckle. “Maybe.”

She releases me and I shut her door before walking around the SUV. I don’t know why I fought against buying a bigger car for years. It’s more practical, more comfortable, and it’s better for a family.

My dad always drove a sports car. When we went anywhere as a family – which didn’t happen often – he drove his own car and we followed him in Mom’s mini-van. It was embarrassing. As if Dad didn’t want to admit he was one of us.

I screech to a halt. Why the hell did I buy a sports car to show off to my dad? What was I thinking? Was I seriously trying to please him? I learned long ago Dad can’t be pleased. Or, at least, I thought I had.

I climb in the driver’s seat.

“Are you okay?” Terri asks.

“I’m fine, sprite. Let’s concentrate on you and little mermaid.”

Her eyes narrow. “I don’t believe you.”

I give her the truth. “I was thinking about how driving a sports car is stupid when you’re six-foot-four.”

She giggles. “And you only came to this realization now?”

I shrug before switching on the engine and backing out of the parking space.

“Keep an eye out for Sammy.”

“The seal? I thought he camped out at your dad’s house.”

“Not all the time. He’s a rascal. He enjoys sunbathing in the middle of the street.”

“I’ll keep an eye out.”

I place my hand on her thigh as I drive. She’s wearing a short skirt. I can feel the heat of her skin through the material. I want to inch it up until I can touch her skin. My cock twitches. It’s on board with this plan.

“Where should I park?” I ask when we arrive at the hospital.

“You mean you’re going to find a parking spot yourself and not throw your keys at the security guard?”

I scowl. “I’m not apologizing for concentrating on you.”

“Figures,” she mutters before pointing to a spot. “There!”

I whip the SUV into the spot. She grabs the handle.

“Wait for me.”

“I can get out of a car on my own.”

“Do you want me to add another spanking to the list?”

Her breath catches. “I’ll wait.”

“Thought you would,” I say despite wanting to add another spanking to the list.

I hurry around the front to open her door. I grasp her hips and set her on the ground. She hardly weighs anything. I’m practically a foot taller than her. Will the baby be big? Will it cause her pain?

I open my mouth to ask her but slam it shut before I speak. I’m an idiot. Terri is worried enough about carrying our little mermaid to term. I’m not adding to her worries.