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“Louise pissed me off,” she said on a sigh, referring to her assistant manager.
“Why?"
"She fucked up the cash receipts. It’s okay now, though. I managed to get it sorted out.”
I didn’t show her my tension because then it might have looked like I had a reason for saying, “She fucks up a lot.”
“She’s good with the customers," she defended, "and in a pinch, if someone’s ill or cuts out of their shift, she can take over.”
“There are other versatile employees out there,” I pointed out. “Billy’s the same. You haven’t promoted him.”
She hummed. “True.”
I hated Louise. She was a fucking snake in the grass, smiling at Aoife one minute, giving me the eye the next.
Like I’d be interested in her when I had a walking, talking, breathing goddess for a wife.
“True,” I taunted. “You’re too soft. We’ll have this conversation next month when she fucks up again.”
She crinkled her nose. “We won’t.”
“We will. Louise always messes up—”
“Always is a bit harsh,” she grumbled.
I curled my arm around her shoulders as I tugged her into moving forward. With each step, she shifted deeper into my hold, her arm sliding around my waist as we headed for Jake’s room.
I hated that I got home after he was in bed. Hated that my wife stayed up late because I was always fucking working. But before I could get angry at how I was doing things at the moment, the silence of the nursery, apart from his gentle breaths, settled me in a way that nothing else could.
Peace.
I wanted that for him.
I wanted him to lead a different life.
I didn’t want Jake to be one of those spoiled rich kids who didn’t know the value of a dollar, but I wanted him to have it easier. What was the point in busting my ass if he didn’t have that?
And I'd bust said ass and work myself into an early grave so he could have a better start than me.
His future was at the top of my agenda.
Aoife angled her head against mine as we stared down at him, the gentle glow from the nightlight the only illumination in the room.
As we stood there, I let the calm sink into me, watching after a couple minutes when she rearranged his blanket and moved his stuffie closer.
Taking that as a cue to leave, we headed out of the nursery and down the hall to the living room.
With the fire blazing, I dragged her with me to the sofa and didn’t settle until she was draped over me.
She laughed. “You’ll be more comfortable if I sit over there.”
“Says who?” I countered, leaning into the cushions as I straightened out my legs.
With her on my lap, I sighed as she positioned herself so that she was half on top of me, our feet tangling, her head on my chest.
The day might have been shitty, but my nights were always fucking wonderful. Whether I deserved it or not, this was my reward.Theywere.
Stroking my hand over her hair, I told her, “Think about the cruise.”
