Lucky Baby (Crescent Cove 11)

“Such a brute.” He crossed his arms and aimed a look at Lucky. “You going to make an honest woman out of her?”

“Are you kidding me right now?” I whacked him in the back of the head as I passed him to check on my dad.

“I plan on it,” Lucky answered.

So, I wasn’t going to think about that right now.

I rolled my eyes as I entered the kitchen. “Oh, Dad.”

He was crouched down, cleaning up a jar of hot dog relish. “There’s glass.”

“I think I can handle it.” I grabbed a roll of paper towels. “So, you heard.”

“Baby? With him?” My dad gathered the yellow and green mess into a towel.

The scent of mustard made my stomach roll. “Yep.” I nodded to the counter. “Yeah, evidently, relish is on my not a good idea list.”

My dad frowned.

“Don’t think you want to clean up two messes.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah, I got this.”

I opened the cupboard under the sink, grabbed the cleaner, and handed it to him.

“Thanks.”

I leaned on the counter and craned my neck to make sure Cohen wasn’t messing with Thor too much.

My dad threw everything away and came back to stand in front of me. “So…”

I stepped into his arms. “Grandpa.”

“Wow.”

The scent of motor oil and sandalwood evened me out the rest of the way. “I love him, Dad.”

He relaxed. “He seems like a nice guy. I won’t hesitate to put him in Connolly’s compactor if he hurts you though.”

The last bit of tension I’d carried drained out of me as I grinned against his chest. “I’ll help.”

My dad laughed as we went back to the dining room.

Lucky got to his feet. “Sir.”

“Stop calling me sir.”

Lucky cleared his throat. “Mr. Burns.”

My dad sighed and drew him in for a hug. “Welcome to the family, Lucky. I expect a wedding before the baby comes.”

“Dad!”

He let Lucky go and grinned at me. “What? You’re not going to marry him?”

“Oh, she’s marrying me.” Lucky grinned and looked unbelievably happy.

He wasn’t the only one, but I had my rep to consider. I’d still be a badass biker babe, just a badass biker babe toting a snuggly.