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"You'll never get her all to yourself," I say, leaning back against the counter. "I'm not saying you wouldn't get one-on-one time. But you won't ever be the only man in her life. Not as long as I'm still breathing."
He sighs, shaking his head, and staring at his feet.
"I get that, too. It's why I haven't had this conversation before now. But I'm really fucking excited for her to give birth," he says, shaking his head. "I want to meet the baby. It's crazy. I imagine the future, and I can't see myself not being around for it."
I laugh, nodding my agreement. "I'm fucking stoked, too. It's going to be hard once we have to start touring again. It's a big part of why I want the two of you to stick around."
He nods, chewing his peanuts. "I guess I never looked at it that way. I'll get her to myself plenty while you two are out touring."
I give him a low, playful growl and he smirks in return.
"The only way you'll know how you'll handle it is to jump in and try. I've always been a kinky fucker. Watching Love being stuffed full really does it for me, but if you need one-on-one time, especially at first, I'm not opposed to that," I tell him. "Just don't play games. She can't handle any more of that."
Vince scowls. "Yeah, I know."
Chapter Seventeen
Baby Love McKinley
"Hey," Oakley Graves says.
Aww, shit. She's coming closer.
My eyes scan the hallway, trying to find an exit strategy.
Oakley jogs my way. Great. She sensed I was about to dart off, so she's blocking my path.
Okay, so I'm not exactly darting anywhere these days, but I was going to quickly waddle away.
"Do you have a second?" Oakley asks.
Her reddish-blonde hair gleams in the light as she moves. She's a beautiful girl. That part is undeniable.
It would be great if she was an awful bitch. My hatred would make more sense. There's something about her that I just don't vibe with. She rubs me the wrong way.
I'm from Tennessee. I've got a Southern accent that blows most people out of the water. Oakley's from Texas, with a different kind of accent all her own. In the South, we know the saying 'bless your heart' covers everything from 'fuck off, you poor dimwitted fool' to 'good God, you're a few apples short of the orchard'.
Probably I could get her to back off with a few well-placed insults.
Shaking my head, I remind myself I'm being a moody cunt. It still doesn't make the urge to lash out any easier to swallow.
Frowning at Oakley doesn't stop her from coming closer.
What the hell, woman? Take a hint.
I'm nine million months pregnant. Not in the mood for whatever shit this conversation is going to require.
"Have I done something to offend you?" Oakley asks, tipping her head to the side.
Christ, she's like a confused puppy. I truly do not have enough leftover energy for this today.
I know I'm being a royal asshole, but for whatever reason I still can't stop. Normally I'm not such a terrible human being, so I'm not going to judge myself too harshly.
Oakley's been all over Dexter recently. Which is between them, but I don't know. It still gets under my skin. Not to mention the tight fist that wraps around my heart every time he smiles at her.
"No, I'm just heading out. If you'll excuse me?" I say, trying to escape.
"Are you in love with Dexter?" Oakley asks as I try to slide by. She blanches. "Crud, that was rude."
