Page 88 of Midnight Legacy

His head leaned on my shoulder. “What’s up?”

“My waters have just broken.”

He jumped to attention, and practically carried me back to the house. He barked orders until everyone was running around, staring at him as if he was about to bite their heads off. He’d planned this day a thousand times but now that it was here, Xavier had finally lost the infamous cool he had in all situations.

“Looks like you’re ready to be part of this family,” I said, smoothing my bump while I changed out of my wet clothes.

Fear and excitement raced up and down my spine. Motherhood terrified me because I had no one to turn to for advice. Xavier found me sitting on the edge of our bed, staring at the floor lost in my own thoughts.

“You ready?” he asked, tipping my head up to stare down into my face.

“I can’t cross my legs and keep her in here.”

His lips twitched. “You could try.”

“It’s your penis’ fault that I wet myself.”

Xavier nodded solemnly. “He really is the villain of our story.”

I held my hand out and he tugged me to my feet, engulfing me in his warm embrace. “He dickmatised me.”

“I know, baby. As punishment, I’ll make sure he does his fair share of the two a.m. feeds.”

Xavier was back in charge, his voice calm and reassuring the entire drive to the hospital. Even when my contractions tried to break me, his hand was the one holding mine.

Our daughter finally arrived at three-thirty in the morning, her tiny fingers and toes wiggling, her mass of hair black like her father’s. She was the most perfect little person I’d ever met.

“Hey, Bubble.” I touched her tiny button nose.

Xavier’s finger looked so big against her tiny hand, but his arms around her as he cradled her made her look even smaller. When he glanced up at me with his hair in his eyes and that smile on his face, my heart stopped beating for several seconds.

My family.

I’d spent years telling myself that I was happy with my life of isolation. That was total bullshit. This feeling in my chest was happiness. The warm glow that threatened to make me cry was what had been missing from my life.

“Happy?” Xavier asked, correctly guessing my mood.

“Just a little bit.” I held my thumb and forefinger close together. “Maybe I forgive your penis.”

His laugh made my heart skip over its beat. “He’ll be glad to hear that.” He stared down at the little bundle in his arms. “A daughter. She’s going to keep me on my toes.”

“She’s going to cost you a fortune in shoes.”

“Her mother already does that.” He winked and returned to staring at our daughter, who took that moment to screw her face up and begin to cry. “Her mother does that too.”

“Dick.” I held my arms out for her.

“Only ever for you,” Xavier said, placing her back in my arms and crawling onto the bed behind me for us both to hold her.

Our story began as an adventure to a sex club for me to walk on the wild side and discover the world of orgasms. Instead, it opened the doors to my past and allowed me to find the love of my life.

My mother used to read me faerytales with princes in suits of armour riding white horses. My prince wore black jeans and rode a Harley, but both slayed dragons and saved the princess. He was everything I never knew I wanted in my life, wrapped up in a package of sinful seduction.

I turned around to look at my husband and he pressed a gentle kiss on my lips. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too. You are forever forbidden to tell our daughter where we met!”

His grin was pure evil intent as he bounced his eyebrows at me.

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