“I don’t want to put our baby’s entire family at risk. I won’t go to action, but negotiations? Hell yes, count me in. I love the drama.”
I toss my head back and bellow laughter, holding her tight against me. “I love you,” I say.
“I love you too. Oh!” she snags my hand and puts her on her stomach.
“What? Are you okay?” I worry.
“Just wait—there!”
A kick hits my palm and I gasp as if I’m feeling it for the first time. I always get surprised, and it does feel like the first time every time I feel my child kick. I place my other hand on her rounded stomach and wait, squatting down to be eye level.
Another kick.
And another.
That one makes Rosie grunt.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I need to pee though. He kicked my bladder.” She rushes away from me, leaving me smiling at her retreating form.
The sliding door opens to reveal a sweaty Matias. He downs a bottle of water, gasping to catch his breath.
“Where is Cap?” I ask him.
“Out there,” he points a finger over his shoulder.
I look out of the window to see Caplan lying down still. “Is he showing progress?”
“Definitely. I go hard on him, but he is learning. He’ll be good in a few months.”
“Great. Good to know. Thank you.”
“A game of Battleship later?”
I lift a brow at him. “If you’re in the mood to lose.”
He walks away to head to his room and he laughs. “Please, I’ll wager. Five hundred bucks.”
“Deal!” I shout after him just as I hear the little patter of my wife’s feet.
“Are you gambling over Battleship again?”
“No,” I grumble, tracing a circle with my finger on the counter. “Yes.”
“You’ve lost two times in a row.”
“Way to remind me. Third time is the charm.”
“Maybe I’ll play too.”
“And what are you betting?” I lower my tone, drifting my hand to her ass which has gotten plumper since her pregnancy. I love it.
“All day. All orgasms for me. Not you.”
“You’re evil.” I narrow my eyes at her.
“You love it.”