Page 132 of Sloane

I did not like that visual at all.

“Millie’s six weeks old. Pump your brakes on marrying my little girl off.”

“I’m just giving you a glimpse of your future, my friend.”

“It would be good if Ashley ended up with someone who could take care of her and Millie. She deserves that.”

“If you say so.”

“I say so.”

Now, I just needed my heart and my dick to get on board.

Ten minutes later, Ashley came downstairs in a pink tank top that her beautiful mommy tits were spilling out of and a pair of black yoga pants that hugged her ass just right, and my cock was like, “Nope, not getting on board.”

Living with her, I was either going to have a serious case of blue balls or I was going to be whacking off five times a day.

On a positive note… it was good to know my old buddy was still working. The doctors had told me I could still have children and a normal sex life—like that was supposed to be some sort of consolation—but other than my morning wood, nothing had made me the least bit interested. Until now.

On the flip side… even though things worked, I still couldn’t have her, and that might be ten times worse than a broken dick.

I was so screwed.

She set Millie’s baby carrier on the floor next to where Ryan and I sat on the couch and asked, “Where’s Tank?”

I stared down at my beautiful baby girl while Ryan replied, “Crash and Stu took him outside to play ball on the beach.”

She walked to the refrigerator and took out the water pitcher before pulling a glass from the cupboard.

“Has he ever been around kids?”

I was about to say no, but Ryan spoke up.

“Actually, he loves Ava and Travis’s kids.” He paused for a moment and glanced over at me. “Ava is Grace’s sister—”

“Wait, Travis’ wife is Grace’s sister? Your Grace?”

Ryan chuckled. “That’s a roundabout way of saying it, but yeah, they’re sisters so that’s how I know how Tank interacts with their kids.”

“Do you think we should introduce him to Millie?” Ashley asked, looking my way.

My heart felt like it was going to explode. She wanted my dog to meet my daughter. She had to know how much that would mean to me.

“I think that’s a great idea.”

Ryan grinned and nodded. “I agree. Their kids are a little older, but he follows them around like a guard dog, and was extra gentle with their littlest one.”

Glass in hand, she went onto the patio, and I could hear her yell for Crash and Stu. Minutes later, the three of them walked inside with a panting Tank.

“Why don’t you get him a drink first?” I suggested. “Then give me a paper towel to dry his mouth.”

“I got it,” Ryan said and walked into the kitchen.

Tank lapped up the water, and I cringed as I watched the mess he was making on the floor. Yet, I couldn’t help but smile. I remembered all too well how often I had to mop the area around his water bowl. Back when my life was normal.

He moved to come to where I was sitting but Ryan grabbed his sides and pulled him backward so he was between Ryan’s legs. My friend held him in place between his thighs as he wiped his snout, then let him go.

He made a beeline toward me, but Millie sitting on the floor next to me caught his attention. He cautiously put his nose on her seat to smell her, then nervously jumped back and looked at me, like he needed guidance on what to do with this little creature.

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