Bet Me, Baby - Vegas Baby

“Just like his daddy.” I winked as I handed him over. “Can’t get enough of your tits.”

Lia’s face flushed red and she rolled her eyes, but her lips tipped up in amusement. Pax latched on and she relaxed, her face filled with wonderment as she watched him eat. She winced at one point, then snickered. “He’s barely eight hours old but he’s eating like it’s his last meal. Maybe he’s more like you than I thought.”

I laughed as I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped my arm around her shoulders then kissed her temple. We sat for a while in comfortable silence. I figured it might be a good time to bring up the tournament again, since she was so happy and content with our son in her arms.

“About the tournament.”

Lia lifted her head slowly and her gray eyes were narrowed in warning. “Yes?”

I cleared my throat and shook my head. “Nothing.”

“Sweetheart, if you want to make registration, we need to head home soon,” I murmured the next morning as I sat beside the bed and cuddled Pax to my chest.

I glanced up at her and was surprised to see her nod and start to get out of bed. I was about to put my foot down and tell her there was no fucking way I was going to let her leave this hospital early so she could sit for hours playing poker.

It turned out, I didn’t have to. Thank fuck because I would have been in a shit ton of trouble.

“I think I’ll skip this one,” Lia groaned as she shifted and scooted back into bed.

Since she was laying back with her eyes closed, I felt it was safe to grin in triumph. “Stop smiling, you big jerk,” she muttered, making me laugh.

“I love you, sweetheart,” I replied sincerely.

Her eyes opened and she smiled as she watched me press my cheek to the top of Pax’s fuzzy little head. “I love you, too.”