AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Wait, wait. Please.” Shit. The ambulance interiorgets a mite fuzzy and fades away.
So much for breaking my Guinness rambling record. Maybe next time.
Chapter 1
Sam
“It’s only been a week since you were shot. We don’t need the money, tough guy. Chill.” Standing at the kitchen sink, I turn toward his strong, warm body.
My shirtless husband walks behind me, slips his arms around my waist, and presses his arousal to my butt cheeks. “I’m not going to meet with Slate until Monday, which leaves plenty of time for recovery-sex. How about you and me go back to bed?”
“Mikey’s awake and we just made love… twice.” I kiss his soft lips and my panties dampen. At this rate, I’ll need to do laundry ASAP.
“Third time’s the charm.” He chuckles.
Nibbling his ear, my fingers squeeze his firm, sexy, ass. “Go feed your son and see if you can coax his coat off. I mistakenly mentioned looking for a Christmas tree and now, he’s raring to go.”
From the top floor of our old apartment building, I glance out the back door, check the time, and sigh.It’s too early to call the plumber.
“Maybe, we can move back to our house today?” My stomach churning, I grab a saltine, open the refrigerator door, and hide my head inside.
The nausea comes and goes but it’s lasted more than a couple days. Could I be pregnant? I remember the few missed pills and my heart thumps. Suds and I have talked about a second child but at no time did we agree we were prepared.
Shit. What if he’s not? I don’t want him killing himself to provide for another. He already does too much.
While I swallow back bile, my husband lifts our tyke into his booster seat.
When scrambled eggs are placed in front of him, our preschooler pushes his breakfast away and scowls. “I’m a big boy, Daddy.”
“Sorry champ. I plumb forgot.” He dumps the food in a glass bowl, sets it down, and keeps his one usable hand nearby in case the dish should slide off.
“You spoil him rotten.” Smiling, I crack an egg in the blender, add honey, vanilla yogurt, and milk.
As I mix my smoothie, my husband spoons his portion from the frying pan onto his plate and sits. Long lashes lift, his smoldering eyes stare at mine, and my breath hitches.
Holy shit, how does this man still cause me to cream with just a look?Reaching across the table, I smooth a lock of dark hair, and as it drops carelessly over a brow, his lips quirk up in an easy smile.
My clit twitches and I mentally count the hours until we can find alone time. “I love you, tough guy.”
“Love you, too, sugar. I’ll love you even more if you convince the plumber to fix our bathroom so we can move back home. Are you sure we can’t tolerate the odor?”
“You can judge for yourself, later. To me, it ranks about a twelve on the disgust-o-meter.”
“It can’t smell worse than one of Mikey’s poopy diapers and we survived lots of those.” Clueless, he smirks over his coffee mug while I shake my head back and forth.
“Believe me, it is. Salvatore said something about a vent, a trap, and code violations.”
“They say those things to make you pay more. How about you and I get dressed, grab Mikey, and go find us a tree? Then, we take a deep sniff and see if we can move back home.”
Suds’ mini-me, grins and claps his hands. As he pushes his chair away from the table, the cereal topples. Cringing, I wait for the crash, but the ex-SEAL catches it mid-fall with his left hand and places it in the sink. Then, he grabs his son by the waist, tosses him in the air, and sets him on his feet.
While they find their coats, Catrina jumps on the counter, stretches her head under the faucet, and licks the bowl clean.
“No.” As I’m pushing the cat off the shelf, Joey shouts up from the ground floor.
“Yo, Sammy. Frankie’s here.” Why he can’t text me like a normal human being is a mystery I’ll never solve.
Shit. The hitman must need my babysitting services.
