Page 293 of Wild Card

“I had your mom send these to my mom, and we had them framed. She brought it over today.”

“Shit, babe, it’s been a while since I’ve seen those.”

“When I had the architect alter the original plans, this was the inspiration.”

“My old baseball jerseys? For a game room?

“No, your accomplishments foryourgame room.”

“Mine?”

“Yes, I designed this especially for you.”

“Want to fill me in?”

She puffs out a breath, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. My cock goes hard at the annoyance in her expression.

“You are ruining the big reveal. This is a state-of-the-art, sound-proof, multi-functioning game room to rival all man caves in the universe.”

“Man caves in the universe?”

“Yes.” She flings her hand to the empty corner. “There will be a custom bar with a full-sized beer cooler. Over here,” she directs to the area in front of the windows, “will be a poker table for eight. It’s being delivered next week. That—” she spins, gesturing to the main wall, “will have an eighty-five-inch televisionwith surround sound. The gaming systems are arriving this weekend.”

“You thought you could hide all this from me?”

“Not all of it because you watch the security cameras like a serial stalker, but I hoped some of it would be a surprise.”

“I pick out my television.”

“Huh?” Her nose scrunches in her adorable way.

“A man chooses his own television.”

“I planned to ask one of the guys to help me.”

I go to her, leaning the frame against the wall, and circle her waist. “I love the idea.”

The annoyance flees from her features and she wraps her arms around my shoulders. “You gave me my dream house, so I wanted you to have something special.”

“You give me everything.”

She lifts up, brushing her lips across mine. “I love you.”

“Love you.” My hands go to her ass, urging her up.

Right as my tongue slips inside her mouth, Beckett gurgles and Wolf whines, coming to nudge my leg.

“I pumped a lot today. Do you want to feed him?”

“Yes.” She clambers down and I go to him right as he lets out a wail.

As soon as he’s in the crook of my elbow, he settles, his eyes focusing on me.

“Dinner is in the oven.”

“Your mom made lasagna?”

“I did it. And I made enough to take over to Rowan and Ford.”

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