Page 80 of Misrule
Christopher sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose. “I gotta talk to you, Megan.”
Immediately, she snapped to attention and slid into the seat next to him. “What’s going on?”
“I was thinkin’ about how much I like you filled with my kid. I kinda miss seein’ you so round and full of me.” He shrugged. “I been regrettin’ my dick snip.”
Shock crossed her features and she shifted in her seat. “I, um, I don’t know what to say.” She cleared her throat, then bit her lip.
Warning bells went off in his head. “Tell me what the fuck you thinkin’.”
“When you first decided to get your vasectomy, I was crushed. Then, I ended up being pregnant and…and…I came to terms with the fact that Ransom would be the last baby I’d give birth to. I—I started exercising and…and…you know I’m in really good shape now.” She pursed her lips. “I don’t want to be pregnant again.”
A feather could’ve knocked his ass the fuck over at her announcement.
“We have five children.”
“We woulda had fifty of them lil motherfuckers if I ain’t got my snip.”
She stood from her seat and stepped closer to him. “I love you,” she whispered. “I’m going to be fine. You can’t keep me barefoot and pregnant for me to stay safe.”
He scowled. He could never get one over on her. “What the fuck you mean, Megan?”
“I mean, Christopher, you think I’ll remain at home if I’m pregnant. As long as I’m home, I won’t be in danger of kidnap.”
“What if I say I wanna do a dick snip flip?”
She pulled away and stared at him, a frown creasing her brow. “A vasectomy reversal?” she squeaked.
“Yeah.”
“I’d get on birth control.”
Frustration filled him, and he huffed out a breath. “Then wherever the fuck you go, you gotta have a detail. Case fuckin’ closed.”
She shook her head. “When I was rotting away in the place Mystic had me, I told myself I’d never decline security again. But then he wins. He’s making me live my life in fear. I like not having the guys dog my steps. Every place I go, they are right on my heels. It can be overwhelming, especially when I have to buy feminine stuff.”
Christopher squinted at her. “What the fuck that mean? They ain’t lettin’ you buy your pussy plugs by yourself?”
“No. And if they see someone on the outs with the club, they insist onpayingfor my stuff, including my tampons. I don’t like that.”
He didn’t either. Ifhewasn’t buying them for her, no other motherfucker should. He’d have to take care of that and make sure that never happened a-fucking-gain. That fuckeduppedness had made Megan dig her heels in about not having escorts. Rage bubbled inside of him.
“Suppose I get the snip, you get on birth con-fuckin-trol, and we see what the fuck happen?” he pressed.
“No. I don’t want you going through that pain again.”
Too motherfucking, goddamn late. He forced a smile. “It ain’t nothin’ but a thing, Megan.”
“I’m worried that if you get a reversal, the birth control will fail and I’ll get pregnant anyway. I would die for our children, but five kids are…it’s a lot sometimes. I don’t feel as if I give you enough time because I’m distracted by our sons and daughter. Then, I worry you’ll complain about how much money I spend on them.”
“Megan, I get in your pussy at least two times a fuckin day. We have dinner together and we tuck the kids in together. You make a point to spend time with me every fuckin’ night in the den and we talk and laugh and shit. Ain’t no way in fuckin’ hell you ignore me.”
She studied his face before her eyes brightened and she nodded.
He took her in his arms again and kissed the top of her head. “You love lil babies.”
“I do,” she agreed, laying her head against his chest. He threaded his fingers through her hair. “But having too many kids would also limit the time I have with each of them.”
“Megan…”
