Page 100 of The First Cut
“Wow, he’s tiny.”
“My vagina begs to differ.”
“Ew, TMI, Lola.”
I chuckle. “Wanna hold him?”
“Can I? I don’t want to hurt him.”
“You won’t. Here, make sure you support his head.” I lay him in her arms and watch the smile take over her face.
“Hey, little man, I’m your big sister.”
I feel myself getting emotional again. I blow out a shaky breath just as the door opens and Hannibal walks in. He freezes, seeing the baby in Millie’s arms. I watch him watching them before he pulls out his phone and snaps a picture.
My lip wobbles as I fall even harder for the man who so recklessly came in and stole my heart when I least expected it.
“He needs a name. Lil’ man is cute and all, but people will think he’s a rapper,” Millie teases.
I look at Hannibal as he watches me.
“I think I’m going to name him after his grandfather and father.”
Hannibal’s expression goes blank for a moment.
“Welcome to the world, Evan James Shaw.”
Hannibal’s whole body starts to vibrate.
“Is that okay?” I whisper, unnerved by his reaction.
“Marry me.”
I jolt at his words. “What?”
“I want us all to have the same last name. Marry me, Lola.”
“So we can share the same last name?”
“So we can share everything,” he growls.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” He looks surprised by my answer, so I smile, even though it feels wobbly. He dives for me, swinging me around and making Millie laugh. “Thank fuck for that.”
“Were you worried I’d say no?”
“I wasn’t worried.”
“Is that right?” I laugh.
“Damn straight. No wasn’t an option.” He kisses me hard until Millie clears her throat.
“Please, god, not in front of the children.”
“My daughter’s a comedian,” he huffs, turning to face her. “You want me to take him?”
She nods. “I don’t want to drop him.”
