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That’s got to be icky for him.
This business about my baby being his baby is just him being an alpha. Even if his acknowledgment that my baby is technically his family’s heir is true.
Am I really having a son?
I hold my stomach, and whisper, “So that’s what all the kicking is about.”
I’m having a boy.
A bad boy. Of course, it’s a bad boy.
He’s half Irish mob and half…
I grab the railing to take a seat at the top step as bile fills my throat.
“Oh no,” I whisper.
I’m not carrying some random male in the Koslov bloodline. My brothers are dead. This boy inside me is the future pakhan of Astoria.
Once my father figures out the newest O’Rourke is my baby, he’ll blow up this house to steal him.
I yank on the railing to stand up, and everything creaks around me.
Turning, I catch Darragh wavering at the bottom of the stairs, shirtless, sweaty, his golden blond hair slicked back. His black shorts…gulp…show the outline of a very big cock.
“Are you all right?” Darragh’s deep voice cuts through me.
If this is his baby inside me, then that cock theoretically has been inside me, too.
Cormac was huge, even if he didn’t have the greatest finesse.
I bet Darragh is much better in bed. A man that brooding and grumpy probably also likes it a little rough.
“I heard groaning,” I say, struggling to breathe. “Just making sure you weren’t having a heart attack.”
“Close.” His gaze tracks across my legs. “Ever do burpees?”
“What?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head.
“Show me.” Holding the railing, I amble down the steps, wanting to talk to him.
I haven’t really talked to anyone in months.
“You want to see burpees?”
My eyes wander over Darragh’s broad shoulders. The room is filled with gym equipment and mirrored walls. The air reeks with the faint smell of male sweat.
My center throbs again, and the hint of masculinity torments this ache inside me.
“Sure.” I perch gingerly on the bottom step, legs splayed wide to make room for my belly. “I’m going to have to get back into shape after the baby.”
“Have you seen your arms? Your thin face? You need to eat more first.” Darragh’s concern is sweet.
But his harsh tone hints at a darkness he tries to hide.
“Noted. Burpees?” I just want to see his body in action.
