“No, confident with reason and you fucking love it.”
“Hmph.” She turned her gaze back to the television.
Demon laughed. It amused him that one of the few people not afraid of him was this slip of a girl. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he pulled her closer, enjoying the silence that only came with naptime.
“You son of a bitch.” Ardy marched into the bedroom and placed her hands on her hips.
“What did I do?” He lifted himself up on his elbows. I just got back from a run, baby.”
“You and your fucking super sperm knocked me up, that’s what. Pull out, my ass. One time.” She held up a finger. “One time you came in me.”
He grinned. Joy filled his heart. She looked like a little warrior, fierce, yet feminine in her white cotton nightgown.
“Don’t you fucking smile at me!” She shook her finger back and forth. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
“Damned straight I am. The woman I love is pregnant with my child.” He stood from the bed and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his hands on her stomach. “Right now, your body is nourishing a life we created together. That’s fucking amazing.”
“You wanted this,” she accused, leaning back and peering up at him with a narrowed gaze.
“Oh hell, yes I did. Now, you have to let me make an honest woman out of you.” He stroked her belly, imagining a mini me that looked exactly like Ardy.
She huffed. “This is ass backwards.”
“And I couldn’t give a fuck less. This is our journey, there is no right or wrong.” He placed a kiss on her temple.
“I hate you for being a sage, trapped in a young, sexy body.”
He laughed. “When are you going to admit I’m always right?” He rocked their bodies from side to side.
She snorted. “Never.”
“You’re so fucking cute when you’re mad.” He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
“Don’t look at me with those sex eyes. That’s how we got in this position in the first place.”
“No.” He trailed his fingers up the back of her thigh and under her nightgown, gripping her ass hard. “This is how we got here. But since you forgot, I’ll be happy to refresh your memory.” He leaned down and captured her full lips, silencing the comments he knew she had dangling on the tip of her tongue.
She moaned, opening up like a flower as her body relaxed.
They’d been going back and forth on getting married. She thought it was too soon and he couldn’t get official fast enough. Now, he held the trump card. Pulling back, he brushed his lips across her cheeks and whispered into her ear, “Thank you for giving me everything I’d given up hope on having. You took this house and made it a home, turned the kids and I into a proper family. And now, you’re giving me another baby to cherish. All we need to do to make this complete is exchange rings.”
“Yes.”
Demon froze. “Yes?” He glanced at the watery pools of greenish brown in her eyes, afraid if he breathed too hard, her hormones would kick in and she would change her mind.
“Yes, I will marry you, anywhere anytime.”
He laughed. “I had Flow become ordained just in case. Get your shit together, at the end of this week we’re getting hitched.”
“I don’t have a ring.” She giggled.
“Yes, you do.” He released her and walked over to his cut lying on the chair. Digging into the pocket, he came out with a black box. “I had this made just for you.” He opened the case and revealed the skull shaped ring littered with diamonds.
Ardy tilted back her head and laughed. “I love you.”
“What else would my old lady wear?”
She held out her hand and he slipped it on her finger. “I’m glad you like it because I’m never letting you take it off again.”