Page 158 of With A Little Luck
Things really have moved at lightning speed since we found each other, but a huge part of that is not wanting to risk losing him again. I’m sure some people will judge how fast we moved in bonding. I just don’t care what they think. Those people didn’t spend eight months worrying themselves sick with thoughts of what would happen if I never found him again. Combine that with the stress of the shooting and knowing how dangerous his job is, and I had to take drastic measures to ensure he wouldn’t needlessly put his life at risk.
Even having him here with me, it still makes my chest tight when I think about those months we lost out on.
Ridge is magnetic. The more I’m around him, the harder it is to imagine being without him. I’m drawn to who he is as a human being, and more than that, he’s fucking hot. It blows my mind a little to realize I get to keep him forever.
“You doing okay over there, Mama?” he asks, quirking a bushy eyebrow.
“Uh…yeah.” I lick my lips, wondering if I would hurt his shoulder if I tackled him.
Focus dammit.
He needs time to heal, and we really need to get this stuff done. That way, we won’t have to stress about washing baby clothes or organizing blankets once she’s here.
Still, I would totally be down for a quickie in the laundry room if he wanted to plaster my hands to the dryer and fuck into me from behind.
Ahh, hell.
Pregnancy hormones are no joke.
I’m a disaster.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Ridge
Trigg and Quincy spend the next several days avoiding each other, but only during the day. At night, Trigg slinks into the pack bedroom to cuddle up to our omega.
After that, they both act like nothing happened, so I follow their lead. Hartley does the same, and while we haven’t verbally discussed it, it feels like we have some kind of unspoken agreement about not interfering.
The two of them have to figure that out.
Okay, when you’re part of a pack, everything is everyone’s business, but I’m not butting in unless one of them asks for my advice. Putting my nose where it doesn’t belong seems like a great way to get one of them mad at me.
Dr. Dane comes by twice more to check on my shoulder, and he’s happy with the way things are looking. Although, he did warn me not to push it.
I’m able to do some very light cardio, just to keep myself from turning into a sedentary blob, but I hate jogging onthe treadmill. If I have to run, I’d much rather do it on the pavement, out in the elements, with a view. With our current circumstances, that’s just not possible.
I have a decent amount of exercise equipment taking up one of the bays in the garage, and I finally put the thousands of dollars’ worth of equipment to good use. There’s a slight possibility that I only took the plunge because Hartley found the weights and rowing machine and started making me look bad when he headed out there for an hour every morning and evening.
Whatever.
As much as I hate traveling, being trapped in the house is a different kind of hell entirely.
It’s a good thing this place is spacious; otherwise, we probably would have killed each other by now.
It’s a real mindfuck knowing Costa is still out there, plotting his revenge. I’d think by now he would have gotten bored and headed back to California or Vegas. Then again, I know how patient I’ve been while waiting for a target, and this vendetta is personal. Under any other circumstances, he would have stayed in his territory and waited for one of the contractors to complete the kill.
Thinking of myself asthe killsends an involuntary shiver down my spine.
I’m so over this bullshit.
The bond says we’re all relieved when Quincy’s next doctor’s appointment rolls around. It gives us a solid excuse to get out of the house, and I’ve been itching to hear the baby’s heartbeat again.
Since Quincy’s heat-like symptoms settled down significantly after our bonds were in place, the doctor told us not to worry about coming in the following week for that emergency appointment. Instead, we’re going in for Quincy’s standard thirty-six-week visit.
It’s fucking wild how fast time flies. In just four short weeks, her due date will be here. I’ve done a lot of research while puttering around the house, and there’s a real possibility the baby might come even sooner than that. She could also be late.
We all sleep as a unit in the pack bedroom, and when we can rotate who needs the shower, we get ready in here too. Since we all have to leave at once, they scatter to their own rooms.
