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He wanted his kid. Loved the baby already and would try to be the best dad, one like his own old man, but the love for Roux was unparalleled.

It was different to anyone else.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Goddamn, she killed him and thrilled him all at the same time.

His badass woman had soft parts he was discovering, and he couldn’t deny how much he loved that he was the man to see them.

He’d loved her for hundreds of days already and intended to love her for thousands more to come. It was a possessive pride that split him wide open and wound a fist around his beating heart.

“You have me, Roux.You have me. And you’re mine, no backing out now.”

She snorted. “As if.”

“So, stop being an idiot.”

“You promise?”

“You have my word as a certified Roux-aholic.”

Oh, she liked that because her fingers caught in his hair and she took a kiss this time, he fell in and moaned her name.

“I think I’ll be a shitty mom. I won’t know what to do. Probably fuck them up so they hate me when they grow up.”

Longing punched through him.

He wantedtheirbaby.Theirfamily.

“Look at you,” she said, pushing her fingers in his hair, she brought their faces together, half climbed in his lap. “You’ve been so patient, not telling me what you think, but I can see it in your eyes. You can say it, baby.”

“I meant what I said, it’s your decision. I’m here whatever you want.”

“You’re a big softie aren’t you? Maybe we should change your Butcher monocle to teddy bear.” She teased. “I’m not my mother.” She announced and her voice became firmer, more the Roux he knew. Butcher started to grin. “Fuck her. I have something she never did and that’s you. Someone who loves me the way you do. When I screw up, you’ll be there to make it right.”

Butcher laughed and pushed their foreheads together. “Eh, Cookie, you’re forgetting I know fuck all about kids either. Can we screw them up together? Go big or go home is what I say.”

“Now say it.”

He didn’t hesitate. “I want our baby.”

“I do too.”

Relief stole his breath and he hauled her over his lap until she buried her face in his neck. “I’m sorry I freaked out.”

“But not sorry about my cannon dick knocking you up,” he smirked and then grunted when she punched his chest.

Perfect, he thought, putting his hand over her flat belly.

Telling the tiny savage inside hello from his Pops.

THIRTY-SIX

“Tucker versus Ruiz.” - Roux

Roux was never going to pull off looking like a princess.

Her half shaved head with her poker straight black ponytail. Tattoos, piercings, metallic blue lips and attitude was the opposite of any prima donna she could ever pretend to be.

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