He shocks me when he sits behind me, legs open, wedging me between them. I bend my own legs, and cross them, readying myself to get up. And I manage it until his one leg swipes under my feet, so swift and smooth, that I fall and he catches me with his arm around my waist, cradling me in his lap.
His eyes are fucking beautiful, he has that Orniel blue eyes. It looks like an electric blue.
“Finish throw your tantrum?” He asks.
“I’m sorry.” It takes a lot for me to say that, but not a lot for him to accept it, when his lips twitch.
“I don’t mind it when we’re alone. It makes you wild and shameless, and that is the Sienna I know.”
I nod my head in understanding, “I shouldn’t have said it in front of the guys and women.”
He gives me a contemplative look be his one finger touches lightly on my nose, “Yes, which is why I have to punish you. I can’t be showing you preferential treatment over everyone else. My baby mama or not.”
I quirk at the baby mama comment, until I digest the other part, “Wait what?”
His face shows an amused look, “You heard me.”
“Maybe I am deaf, because what I think I heard and what you think I heard must be different.”
He now full on smiles, “What I think you heard and what you think you heard is what you heard, darling.”
I try to sit up, but mister has other plans when he puts his hand on my stomach.
“I like you like this. Soon you’d be pregnant with my spawn, I won’t have this for a while.”
I laugh.
“I am fucking glad I married you, Sienna.”
“I am too Kevin.”
Deno’s warning sizzles in my head, frying away the healthy thoughts and leaving all the grime behind. He left me a wedding message this morning.
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