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I laughed, yeah, because of her antics, but then I held her, rocked with her, and told her she was beautiful.
Because she was.
This woman with her crazy hair and not-flashy clothes, this woman who sometimes came home from work with marker up and down her arms and glitter in her hair, she was mine.
I focused back on the here and now, trying not to chuckle yet again as Mia attempted to put her knees on the couch beside my ass, to sit on my lap facing me. Unfortunately, our kid was in the way.
Mia growled and pushed against my chest so she could stand again. “It worked in my head.”
“I’m telling you, Mia, your belly’s growing.”
“It’s not.”
I laughed at her scowl. “Yeah, Mia baby, it is.” I spread my knees and pulled her to stand between them. I pressed my lips to her belly in question before lifting the lower hem of her dress. I was guessing her goal was to get naked, so I was only happy to oblige.
Imagine my surprise when the cotton panties I was expecting were actually a pair of lacy boyshorts in a nude color.
“Damn, Mia.”
I could never again see another thong and be fine. In the last month, I had my hands on more pairs of thick cotton, thin cotton, bright colored cotton, and black cotton panties, than I ever had before in my life, and I liked it because it was Mia. But this lace she pulled out….
“I bought them for today.”
I grinned up at her. “Ah, so you were hoping to get lucky on day one of month two.”
Finally, she smiled down at me. “Well, yeah. It was your stupid rule.”
“Mm,” I nodded and, with the fabric of her dress in my fists above the swell of her stomach, I kissed her belly again, this time lips to skin. “But I think I proved myself to you, yeah?”
Mia put a hand on my shoulder and thread her other through my hair, brushing it back gently with a sweet, kind smile on her face. “Yes, Conor.”
“And today?”
A look of panic, then insecurity, flashed over her features before she shrugged. “I’m not really sure what to do about that for the future. You have a reputation, you know.”
“I’m putting a picture up.” It wasn’t what I originally thought I was going to say, but it was a great idea. “Next to the picture of my parents, and the one of Bren, Rory and me. You and me. Cael texted me a picture from the wedding.”
Mia’s brows raised. “You’re putting a picture of us up?”
“Yeah, why not? Then the women will see.”
She looked like she was thinking about it before she nodded. “Ok, I guess that could work. I don’t know that they’re going to be searching for pictures but…”
“And I have an appointment tomorrow with my tattoo guy.” One that I scheduled on Thursday—after my last appointment with him.
Mia took one step back but only so she could lean away from me. “You have an appointment with your tattoo guy?” she repeated, her voice down an octave and her chin dropping to accommodate. She was fucking cute as hell.
I nodded once. This was what I originally was going to tell her. “Yep.” I popped the ‘p’ and nodded once more.
“You don’t have any more room.” She was looking at my sleeve where yeah, every inch of skin from just past my shoulder down to my wrist was covered in black and gray ink.
I held up that same arm and with my thumb, tapped the base of the finger between my pinky and middle fingers.
Mia frowned. “But that’s…”
“Yep. That’s right.”
Her eyes widened. “It is way too soon to be talking about marriage, Conor!”
