Page 189 of Mexico Can Choke On It
“That’ll be your fault for spoiling her.”
This man doesn’t mess around when it comes to his girls.
Ruby’s closet rivals Nordstrom, her nursery belongs in a magazine, and she owns designer… well, everything.
And me? I’m also spoiled rotten.Not because I need it, but because he’s a gift giver and he gets twitchy if he can’t prove it.
He bought me a fancy espresso machine(that I still don’t know how to use). Surprise deliveries of lingerie and flowers. A weekend to Paris where we didn’t wear pants the entire time. And oh yeah, he flew in the bandHeart—freaking Heart!—to serenade me for my twenty-sixth birthday. I was a full-on blubbering snot-monster into my candlelit dinner.
This life? It’s bananas.
But mostly, he’s happy playing house like a normal husband. We do Kraft Mac & Cheese at least once a week—the good stuff—and order CPK takeout while binge-watching whatever Netflix serves up(why yes, algorithm, we do love romcoms).
Not saying we don’t still hit the occasional black-tie gala, where I pretend to know which one’s the salad fork(I am a billionaire’s wife, after all).But we’re making up the rules as we go, answering only to each other.
Most shocking of all is how domesticated I’ve become. We have an actual house now, a modest three-bedroom ranch in Beverly Hills with real curtains(not from a shower)and an actual bed instead of just a mattress. I’ll tolerate the 90210 zip code if it means more family time.
“B, between finals and night feeds, I haven’t taken a full breath since Easter. If I don’t get some sleep, I’m hopping on the next flight to Europe and you’re raising our adorable tyrant alone.”
“Oh, no. I’ll hire private investigators. There’s no escape clause now, Mrs. Sterling. But Iwilltake night duty so you can get a full eight hours.”
“That deal will get you full-body access. Partially clothed, or tied up naked—your choice.”
His grip on the steering wheel tightens. “Keep talking like that, and you can sleep until Tuesday.”
Bryce pulls into our driveway and puts the car in park. That’s when I spot it—my beautiful disaster of a car parked on the street like a middle finger to the neighborhood’s HOA.
“Um, why is my Lexus out of the garage?”
“I needed the space to build Ruby’s activity center.”
“She’s basically a smiling potato. She just discovered her toes last week. She won’t need a gym for, like, a year.”
“If you want it built properly, it requires extensive planning.”
“Fine, you beautiful control maniac. Build away. But when I get slapped with a parking violation, you’ll be chasing down all the paperwork.”
“Agreed.”
Bryce gingerly pulls the carrier from the back seat with both hands. Ruby is sleeping like pampered royalty, looking adorable in her lavender Dolce & Gabbana dress.
“The wildflowers on her outfit,” I whisper, tracing the delicate patterns. “They match my ink.”
“Noticed that, did you?”
I brush my lips against his. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“But I love sleep just alittlebit more right now,“ I mumble.
He laughs. “Fair.”
We step up to the front door, and I fish out my keys. “Also, thanks for keeping it low-key tonight. CPK, stretchy pants, and hopefully no diaper explosions.”
“You deserve it.”
“I was thinkingyoudeserve to finally see what’s under this ugly graduation gown.”
