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But there was a line.
“That’s cute. Not changing my mind.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“You are a very stubborn, frustrating man.”
He just raised an eyebrow.
With a sigh, she knew she was going to have to bring out the big guns. She drew her phone from her pocket.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Calling Grady.”
“You don’t need to call Grady,” he growled.
“I want to use the toilet on my own.”
“You don’t care when you’re in Little headspace,” he pointed out.
“I’m not in Little headspace right now.”
“Should always keep you in Little headspace,” he muttered. “Should just put you in diapers. Then you’d never need privacy.”
“I would still need privacy! Now, are you leaving or am I calling in the big guns?”
“I’m standing on the other side of the door. And you won’t lock it.”
“Promise you won’t come in.”
He just glared at her.
“Damon. Promise.”
“Fine. I promise. But you need to come here first.”
She moved over to him and he swept her against him, kissing her hard before pulling away. “I know I’m being a pain in the ass. You still love me?”
“Always. I’ll always love you. You and Grady are my everything.”
* * *
Grady watchedEffie dance around the kitchen, singing to herself. It smelled divine in here–like vanilla and chocolate. She’d been baking again.
Brooks was sitting at the kitchen island doing something, and she danced behind him, then stopped to hug him.
Grady couldn’t remember his mother ever hugging him. And if she had, it was when he was very young.
But Effie would never treat their children like that. She’d be an amazing mother.
Surprisingly, Steele wasn’t looming over her, watching her every move. Three weeks had passed since she’d been shot at and Steele was having trouble letting her out of his sight.
Effie had been surprisingly patient with the big guy.
Grady was also feeling overprotective, but trying to tame it down to help Steele keep himself under control. For the first week, Steele hadn’t let Effie do anything. He’d kept trying to follow her into the bathroom.
Grady often had to intervene just to let her have a tiny bit of privacy. But Steele had pretty much taken over her life. Feeding her, bathing her, dressing her.
Thankfully, he’d started to ease up.
