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She nods and shoves the tutu into it when I hand it to her.
Jessa is picking her up for dance class. Our co-parenting has improved. We attend Molly’s recitals and school functions without a glare sent in my direction. The new boyfriend is nice and definitely tames her.
Maliki and I kiss her good-bye, and she runs out to Jessa’s waiting car.
I flop down on the couch and yawn. “Have I mentioned how comfy this thing is?”
One thing I was adamant on was a comfy couch. Growing up, we always had stiff, expensive furniture that felt like cardboard. Our sectional is pillow-topped, making you never want to get up.
Maliki chuckles and falls next to me. “You pick the best, babe.”
I turn to rest my head on his lap and look up at him with a smirk. “Yes, I know this. Care to send any more compliments my way? I’ll take them all.”
He runs his hand through my hair—one of my favorite things he does—and I shut my eyes. “I’m so happy we’re out of the pub apartment. I would’ve settled for a hard couch to have this peace with you. Plus, this home provides us with plenty of room for little ones.”
My eyes fly open. “Little ones? Really? More than just Molly?”
He continues massaging my head. “If that’s what you want. I know I do.”
“Uh, I would have your baby right now.”
His hand stops, moving to my face, and he cups my chin. “I’d make a baby with you right now.”
He leans back when I rise to straddle him.
“Look at me, taming the wild bartender,” I say, winding my arms around his neck.
He strokes my cheek. “Look at me, claiming the sexiest, smartest, most amazing woman in the world.”
I place my hand over the one resting on my face. “I love you.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “I fucking love you.”
“Now that the sweet stuff is out of the way, can we jump into the baby-making? I’m all for that, please and thank you.”
He picks me up under my elbows and tosses me back onto the couch but stops, his lips tilting into a grin. “I forgot to show you what I found. You’re going to love this.”
I raise a brow. “Probably not as much as us having sex right now.”
He tugs something out of his back pocket. “I was going through the rest of my office boxes and look at what I found.”
He holds it up, and I see my young face.
“Oh my God, shut up!” It’s my driver’s license he confiscated when I snuck into his bar at eighteen.
“Damn, look at that sexy woman.” He holds it out to inspect it. “I think we should frame it. We’ll say it’s the day Daddy met Mommy.”
I grin. “I like that. Now, let’s start trying.”
