I can’t resist him.
I haven’t been able to since we met.
I follow him inside, and I see Gramps nodd
ing off in his recliner for his midday nap. Vegas kisses me, and I moan into his mouth getting lost in him.
“Hope you two plan on giving me a grandkid before I croak,” the old man says. “Gonna have to do more than kiss her though, son.”
My mouth drops and Vegas shakes his head. “Go to sleep, you old coot.”
We go down the hall to our bedroom, and now I can’t stop grinning. Vegas sheds his shirt and jeans to the floor. I stare at my tattooed man and think a baby of our own might not be so bad. It’d be cool to have my kid grow up close in age with my bestie’s baby like Cam and I did.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
“I was thinking…the old man is right.”
“About what?” The mattress dips with his weight as he crawls toward me in the center.
I lift my shirt over my head. “You’re going to have to do more than kiss me.”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I bite my lip and give him a nod. “Then we better get busy practicing,” he growls and palms my breast, his mouth closing in on mine.
Epilogue
—Vegas
“Is it time?” Gramps questions.
“Yeah. Follow me.” I lead him down the hall. He insisted on being here for the birth of mine and Tina’s baby even though she was in labor for ten hours. One of the nurses offered him a bed to rest but he refused and said they might not let him leave.
Tina is resting but doing great. Camreigh is coming by later with my mother-in-law to visit. I’m sure some of the other old ladies of the club will be around once I call them with our news. I wanted Gramps to be the first to meet our little girl. He’s been counting down the days and taking his health more serious than ever before ever since we told him we were expecting. The idea of this baby has given the hateful bastard new life.
I get him settled in the glider next to the window. He holds his hands out for me to sanitize and puts on a mask just to be safe. Willow is about two weeks early but healthy. I grab my fussing daughter from the cart thing they wheeled her in here on. I don’t know what the heck the term for it is.
I find her pacifier and plug it back into her mouth before she wakes her mother. Gramps holds his arms out. “Meet your great granddaughter Willow.”
“Willow is kind of a sissy name for a boy,” he utters, and I shake my head as he cradles her to his chest.
“We’ve been over this. She’s a girl. We named her Willow after you,” I remind him, and he smiles and for the first time since my grandmother passed away, I see the hard bastard who raised me shed a tear or two. “Whatcha think, Gramps?”
“You did good, boy. She’s perfect. When can I take her home?”
I laugh. “In a day or two once her and Tina are released.”
“You sure we need that one.” He looks toward Tina who is starting to wake up, but I know he’s joking.
“You still trying to get rid of me,” she says on a yawn.
“Nah. I guess we’ll keep you. What do you think, little Miss?” He rocks Willow in his arms.
“Gee thanks, crabby ass.”
“Watch that mouth around my baby,” he tells her through the mask.
Tina just laughs. “His baby? Can you believe him?”
“Yeah I can.” I grin and take Willow from Gramps as she starts to cry. I hand her off to Tina and kiss both their foreheads as she pulls her top to the side so Willow can latch on to her breast to nurse. “Do you need me to grab you anything from the house?”