Page 40 of Property of Stone
He shrugged. “Shit happens.”
He expected her to give him more shit about it, but instead, she changed the subject. “You seem very dedicated to her.”
“She’s my only nut nugget.”
She blinked a few times, then shook her head. If she stuck around long enough, she would get used to the shit he said and stop reacting.
“Were you there when she was born?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Wasn’t sure she was mine ’til I got the DNA results back.”
“What?”
“Yeah. Sheena said she was mine, but that baby coulda been anybody’s. If you knew the bitch, you’d know not to trust her. She bounced from dick to dick. She got me at a weak moment.”
Taryn cocked an eyebrow. “Did that weak moment have to do with alcohol?”
“Could be.”
“Does that mean you had no say in her name?”
Stone snorted. “Fuck no. As you heard, she fuckin’ loves it, too.”
“What would you have named her, then?”
“Durex.”
Taryn blinked in confusion again.
“Wrap.”
“I don’t understand.”
“A wrap. The thing you put on your dick so you don’t plant a seed in a bitch garden.” Maybe the woman didn’t use them.
After knocking up Sheena while he was trashed, he decided he’d never be without at least two in his wallet. He made sure he kept a shitload next to his bed at both the clubhouse and the house.
If he ever wanted another kid, he wanted to choose the mother, not have her choose him without him knowing.
“Do you get along with your ex?”
“Ain’t my ex. Just someone I nutted in durin’ a weekend-long pig roast. Ended up bein’ an expensive fuckin’ load.”
“I guess you didn’t take precautions.”
“Hard to do when you don’t even remember the fuckin’ part.”
“Sounds like a hard lesson to learn.”
“Sure as fuck was. It’s one thing to party and wake up hungover. It’s another to wake up with a goddamn bun in the oven. And a fuckin’ broken oven at that.”
When she turned back to stir whatever was in the pot plugged into the wall, he glanced around.
If there was a six-year-old boy in this house, he sure as fuck was quiet. The exact opposite of that day in the parking lot. “So, where’s your baby bird?”
