Page 166 of Need You To Choose Me

“Don’t tempt me.” I lift my free hand and brush my finger over the tiny hand. “Hey there, little guy.”

“Look how cute he is,” Savannah coos, her voice turning soft. “He’s growing way too fast.”

I glance down at her, giving her hand a squeeze. “You’re not going to start crying, are you?”

“Of course not,” she protests, but there is no missing the loud sniff.

Shaking my head, I wrap my arm around her. “I know you, Blondie, you’re one big softy.”

“Am not. It’s these damn hormones.” She brushes at her cheeks. “And he’s adorable. Just look at him. I can’t believe that in a month, we’ll have one of our own.”

“One month,” I murmur softly, rubbing my thumb over the back of her hand.

Savannah shifts her gaze to me, happiness and excitement radiating off of her. God, I loved to see her like this. Loved that I was the one who put that expression on her face. I loved her, and every day I was falling in love with her a little bit more.

“C’mon, you two; let’s go inside. I don’t need to see you tear your clothes off each other.”

Savannah’s cheeks turn red in embarrassment.

“You’re imagining things.” Chuckling, I place my hand against Savannah’s back and steer her toward the door. “Where’s your better half?”

“Becky is out there in the kitchen, helping around and keeping an eye on her mom.”

“Her mom’s here?”

A cacophony of voices is coming from the house as we step inside. The Fernandezes were a lively bunch, and they opened the door of their home to their workers and friends for the holidays.

“Yeah, she’s been having a good day, so we decided to bring her over. I think being around Jackson calms her a little bit. I was actually just bringing him down from his nap when I saw you guys outside. Can’t have you traumatizing the little kids.”

I shove him back. “You’re an asshole, Fernandez.”

Miguel laughs at my remark when a loud whistle pierces the air. “Well, hello there.”

The hair at the back of my neck prickles at the sound of the familiar voice. I turn to glare at Miguel. “You invited them?”

Miguel rolls his eyes. “They invited themselves, per usual.”

Three tall figures fill the doorway.

“Don’t act so happy to see us, Walker.” Franco smirks.

Big J nods. “It’s hard to believe, but he got even grumpier in his old age.”

“I’ll give you old age. I can still wipe the floor with both of you.”

“Only in your dreams.” Big J shifts his gaze to Savannah, a grin spreading over his lips. “And who do we have here? If I realized small towns hide so many pretty ladies, I’d have come here sooner. I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting. I’m James, but people call me Big J.”

He winks at her as he extends his hand toward Savannah. The corner of her mouth tips in amusement as she slips her free hand into his. “Is there a reason for that?”

“’Cause I’m big.” Big J wiggles his brows at her, still not letting go. “All over.”

Fucker.

“Get your dirty paws off my girl, Callahan,” I growl as I pull Savannah back, my arms wrapping around her.

Shocked expressions flash on my teammates’ faces. Maybe if I weren’t so annoyed, I would have actually been able to enjoy it.

“That’s the hot teacher?” Big J asks, his jaw on the floor.

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