Page 2 of Lucky's Lucky St. Paddy Day

As soon as he was done, Harper stood up, using the table for balance. “I will get my revenge!” she vowed before doing an adorable pregnancy waddle to get to the bathroom.

“Promise?” he called after her.

The bathroom door slamming closed was her only response.

Harper plottedher revenge all day. After several text messages were sent, she had the start of a plan. When Angel came to pick up Bree, Aaron, and Ollie from school, Harper was able to catch her and ask her to bring Scotty home too. She had some shopping to do that would not be appropriate to take Scotty with her.

By the time she got home, she’d finished arranging everything. Lucky obviously knew something was up. Her revenge was no secret, since she’d shouted she would be getting even with him that morning. Plus, her energy was quickly waning and she didn’t have the stamina to plot an elaborate surprise.

She’d texted Lucky prior to leaving the store that he was to be waiting for her on the couch when she got home. He’d eagerly agreed.

Bulldog and Abby had already picked up Scotty and his suitcase for his weekend ‘away’ with Lila. Spot, Scotty’s service and protection golden retriever, was over at Bulldog and Abby’s so much that he had food and toys over there already. Since Bulldog lived two houses down from Harper and Lucky and they shared a communal backyard, it wasn’t really a weekend away, but it was close enough to count. Plus, it got Scotty out of the house.

Sissy and her fiancée, Sara, whose road name was Scissors, were on their way to pick up Conner. They would beat Harper there and be gone before she arrived. Though technically Sissy was Harper’s stepdaughter because Harper had married herfather, the two had a relationship that was more like sisters-in-law. Which Harper was completely fine with. She was only four years older than Sissy, after all, and Sissy was as much of an adult as Harper was. It would have been weird to try to take on a maternal role with Sissy as Harper had with Scotty.

Harper knew that Sissy and Scissors were talking about trying for a baby after their wedding. Since there was no date yet for the wedding, Harper knew it wasn’t a pressing decision, but it was one they were having. So Harper had selflessly offered up her baby for the weekend to give them a trial run. She knew Sissy would see right through her ploy, but she was a good sport and offered to take her little brother anyway.

Lucky was sitting on the couch as she’d requested when Harper got home. She took a moment to bask in the silence of their house. She loved her kids, but damn, she hadn’t realized how much she missed the silence of a child-free home.

Despite knowing that he had some payback coming his way, Lucky had set up her slippers by the front door for her to easily slip into. He also placed her favorite cup of tea by the door. Harperalmostfelt bad for what he had coming.

Almost.

After getting her slippers on, Harper picked up her mug ofLady in Waitingtea. It had been gifted to her by Bear’s mother during her first pregnancy and Lucky had been keeping it in stock for her ever since. Harper breathed in its peppermint scent with a sigh of relief.

Her husband was sitting on the couch, watching her with obvious hunger in his eyes. She saw the question in his eyes as he took in her new long coat and the shopping bags in her hand.

“Welcome home, wife.” Lucky’s deep voice sent heat flooding through her veins, but she refused to let it distract her. She had a mission to accomplish.

Harper walked into their living room, doing a quick glance to ensure all the curtains were already closed. Of course they were, because her husband knew just how high her libido got at this stage of her pregnancy. He likely assumed that there was some sexual torture coming his way as her revenge.

He wasn’t wrong.

Harper’s new long trench coat was tan and buttoned down the middle. It covered all of her except for her fuzzy slippers and her head. She took a sip of her tea, which was at the perfect drinking temperature. “Thank you for my tea.”

“Of course, darlin’.” She saw the way his body shifted and figured he’d been about to get up to greet her before recalling her demand to remain seated.

At almost forty-two, her husband was a work of art. His dirty blonde hair mixed with gray, giving her a hint of the silver fox he would one day be. His well-toned six-two frame was a testament to the time he spent in their home gym with Scotty. Due to the nerve damage done to his feet when his house had burned down, Lucky had had to give up running as a hobby. Even two years later, he still had to wear specially-designed inserts and cushioned socks in his boots to not irritate the bottoms of his feet. But he did not let that limitation stop him.

Harper, for one, was extremely appreciative of his efforts. She’d licked every one of his muscles more than once, laying claim to them. And seeing as she’d spent most of their relationship and marriage pregnant, there was no feeling quite like having her husband being able to carry her with her current extra weight.

Harper set her tea cup on the end table and her shopping bags on the lounge chair. “Move the coffee table out please and put a pillow on the floor between your legs.”

Lucky raised an eyebrow at the authority in her tone but also did as he was told. “I quite like Bossy Harper. You should bring her out more often.”

Harper had to school her face so she didn’t grin at him. “You have one rule this weekend.” She started to unbutton her trench coat. “You are not allowed to come unless I say so.”

“Weekend?” he questioned. The other eyebrow lifted into the air. “Scotty and Conner aren’t coming back tomorrow?”

Harper shook her head. She’d nearly gotten all the buttons undone. Her large belly was trying to part the sides but she wasn’t ready for that yet. It was hard getting to the lower buttons too. “I have you all to myself until Sunday evening.”

Lucky smiled. “And what wicked things do you have planned for me, Mrs. McCoy, that would require the absence of our children?”

“I’ll tell you in just a second,” Harper grumbled, fighting with the last three buttons. After several more minutes of no progress, Harper’s shoulders sagged in defeat. “Can you please help me with these buttons?”

Lucky’s smile told her he was happy to help, despite the unintentional interruption. He got up from the couch with a grace she envied and approached her. Harper clasped the edges closed so he couldn’t see what she had on underneath. Lucky made quick work of the three buttons from Hell and then stood up to his full height.

“May I kiss you to show you how much I missed you today or is that against the rules too?” He waggled his eyebrows.

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