Page 82 of Tattered Souls
His chest pressed into my back, both of his arms wrapping around me, giving me his support. He said, “Her favorite holiday is Christmas. Up to her to share about all this.”
Their eyes fell on me, and I didn’t hesitate to share, “I was never allowed to decorate a house of my own. Never really had a house of my own where I wasn’t scared. Garrick made this house my safe place. He is my safe place.”
“Well, I love it,” Harlee said as she winked at me.
Talia grinned, “Thanks for giving us a crazy person in the family, Tatum. Now I can start decorating early and not feel so alone.”
I giggled, “You're welcome.”
Lila grinned, “Ditto.”
“Okay, please, make yourselves at home. Dinner is almost ready,” I said.
Garrick let go of me but placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me back into the kitchen.
Then he went to the fridge, tagged the pitcher of sweet iced tea, and placed it on the furthest counter closest to the fridge, where we had placed glasses earlier.
But not before he topped off my glass of sweet tea.
Then he grabbed bottles of beer, along with wine spritzers, and handed them out.
Misty tried to help, but I shooed her away.
Her only response was to smile.
Melanie ran off to play with Cole and Madalyn, Bronson’s two kids.
Word had gotten out why he had stepped away from UFC fighting.
And the entire world had swooned.
He didn’t want to be unable to enjoy his time with them. He didn’t want to be beaten and bruised and risk being taken from them.
I had just placed the last dish on the table when I heard it, “Ta.Ta.Ta.”
I smiled, then dropped to my knees, just in time to see Granger crawling to me.
Gathering him in my arms, I pressed my nose to his nose and gave him Eskimo kisses, “How’s my favorite little guy doing?” I cooed.
“Your favorite little guy?” Garrick asked teasingly.
I glared at him, “Don’t talk like that in front of him.”
He lifted a brow. “You do know how babies are made, right? You do know he has a dick?”
I glared harder. “He isn’t going to grow up. And insinuating that he is, is just shameful.”
“Tink, seriously?” he chuckled.
“Yes,” I snapped, “Seriously. He’s going to stay little. He’s not going to grow up and be a man-child. He’s not going to fall in love with a skanky little twat who doesn’t deserve him.”
He grinned, “Skanky little twat?”
I jerked my chin at him and snapped, “Yes.”
Then he busted out laughing, which caused Granger to jump, followed by his little giggling.
He was shaking his head, as he asked, “This is what I have to look forward to when I finally plant my baby in you?”
