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Maggie’s gasp has me looking down between us to see a puddle of pre-cum on her back.
“Sorry, I?—”
I can’t even form a sentence, not when she’s reaching for my hand and slipping it in between her thighs.
“You want—” I stammer, needing her words as much as I need her.
“You. I want you. Your fingers, then your cock. I want you to?—”
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, teasing her folds and finding that sexy little knot of nerves. She pushes her ass against me and that’s all the invitation my dick needs. I slide into her, and it feels like fucking heaven. Filling her up feels so damn good. And she’s so responsive that she’s shattering around me after a few thrusts. That’s all it takes for me to follow, and I’m not even embarrassed that I came so damn quick. Maggie feelsgood and so do I. That’s all that matters. I press a kiss to her shoulder and promise myself I’ll get up in a minute to clean us both up.
An hour later, my stomach growls, forcing me out of bed. I grab a couple protein bars and check the fridge to see if there’s any yogurt left.
“JT?” Maggie’s voice calls out from our room.
“I’m getting a snack. You want yogurt?”
I hear her footsteps, but when I turn to hand her the yogurt cup, the look on her face sends my heart racing. “What’s wrong?”
“I think I peed,” she says. “Except it’s not pee. And I hate germs and on TV it’s like this huge gush of liquid, but mine’s more like a trickle and it can’t be sanitary. And ohmygod I think my water broke.”
Oh...fuck.
Everything happens at lightening speed.
Maggie calls her doctor, and I help her into my basketball shorts and a t-shirt that was surely made for Pete Santos. Ten minutes later, we’re en route to the hospital when I tell my phone to call Mickey.
“Are you running late? Swear to Christ if you’re having sex and we miss the freaking parade they’re throwing us, I will be so pissed at you.”
“Nah, we already had sex,” I say, earning myself a light smack in the arm that’s totally worth it. “But we’re skipping the parade.”
“The fuck you say. They couldn’t score on you. Not once. You can’t skip a parade for a game you fucking dominated. I won’t let you.”
My best friend’s getting a little ragey and I almost feel bad for teasing him. Almost.
“You’re skipping the parade, too, Uncle Mick. Meet us at the hospital. Text me when you get here.”
“Holy fuckballs!” The shrill cry that erupts from my phone has to be louder and higher pitched than any noise my baby will ever make.
CHAPTER 46
MAGGIE
“The troops are gettingrestless out there,” JT says, stepping back into our hospital room.
“But we have a nameless baby!” I whisper-yell, so as not to disturb the tiny, perfect angel in my arms. “They can’t come in until we pick a name for her.”
“Okay,” he says, rubbing his hands together. “Read me the list again.”
I clear my throat. “Possible Baby Names,” I say clearly.
“Oh, shit.”
“Yeah, we got nothing. Not one thing, unless you want to name our kid Possible.”
“That’s a hard no,” he says, pressing a kiss to our daughter’s forehead. “Remember last week when we were looking at the books again?
“I can’t make a decision. There are a million names. Right now, I’ve got to be honest. Mickayla has its appeal.”
