Page 87 of Keeper
She frowns and nods, so I clear my throat to continue. “When I saw you up there with my family that day, I thought you looked like the most beautiful mum I’d ever seen. You looked so at ease and so happy. It came naturally to you. All of the sudden, I saw your whole future having marriage, kids, parks, play dates, holidays. Everything. And it terrified me because I didn’t think I was capable of that life. You need a lot of love to have a family, and I’ve always felt a bit…broken in that regard.”
Her green eyes gaze into mine, fear etched in the crinkle between her brows. “And now?”
“Now that I realise how in love with you I am, having a baby feels like the best way to share that love. I want kids with you, Poppy. Hell, I want loads of ‘em. Enough to make a footy team maybe.”
“Oh God!” she shrieks and giggles, tears slipping out of her eyes. “I think we should start with one and see how we do.”
“Fair enough,” I reply and watch her laughter die down. “Does that mean you’re happy about the baby? I haven’t asked how you feel about everything. What’s been going through your mind since you left my flat?”
She exhales, her full lower lip pulled back in between her teeth for a minute before she replies, “Well, I’m terrified to tell my parents, mostly because I think my dad might try to murder you.”
My whole body tenses at the way she says the last bit so matter-of-factly. “Surely your dad wouldn’t kill the father of his future grandchild.” I swallow slowly, hoping Poppy will put my mind at ease.
“Well, I would hope not.” Her nose wrinkles and it brings me no comfort. She continues, “But aside from that, I want this baby. It’s been quite easy to dream about how wonderful it could be. No matter how hard I tried to be mad at you this week, I couldn’t help but envision the baby with your dimples and intense passion. And maybe my green eyes and imagination. I even thought about what a great playmate Rocky will be. You know how my mind gets carried away sometimes…I don’t know…I can see us being a happy family together.”
“Of course we can,” I state, wrapping my hand around her side and pulling her closer so our bodies are flush with each other. “I want exactly that. I know this all came as a shock, but you’re my best friend, Poppy. I feel like, together, there’s nothing we can’t do.”
She smiles and cups my cheek. “I agree.”
I stroke her cheek and move in to press my lips to hers when an errant thought pops in my mind. I murmur, “I’m going to need you to cancel the lease on your flat, though.”
She stops kissing me and pulls back with a frown. “Why mine? Why not yours?”
I chuckle and kiss her forehead. “Fine, I’ll cancel mine and live in yours if you’d like.”
She huffs with indignation, clearly not happy with my reply. “So we’re going to move in together all in one go? We’ve barely dated!”
I give her a quizzical look. “Poppy, we’ve known each other our whole lives, we’re already living together, and we’re having a baby. I’m pretty sure we’ve covered all the steps.”
She growls another little noise of frustration. It’s adorable. “Well, you could bloody try to work for it and woo me a bit first!”
My jaw drops and I gesture animatedly to the space we’re lying in. “I just built you a playhouse!”
Undeterred, she replies, “And I love it, but you’re talking about living together like it’s a bloody bill you have to pay.”
With a growl, I grab her face and kiss her hard, my lips pulling into a smile as I do because I love her even when she’s mad. When she finally relaxes and wraps a leg around my hip, I pull back and look deeply into her eyes as I say, “I want to live with the woman I love so I can wake up next to her every day and touch the baby we’ve created together.” My hand finds her flat stomach. “So, Poppy McAdams, my Sunshine, my best friend, will you please move in with me?”
“That’s the ticket!” she sings and rolls herself on top of me, peppering my face with giggles and happy kisses. “Was it so hard to put a bit of effort into it?”
“No,” I reply with a laugh. “And I’ll give you a lifetime of effort if that’s what it takes.”
Clearly pleased with my answer, she spreads her legs to straddle me. Her dress rides up her thighs as she begins wiggling her hips. Smiling the whole time, she turns our happy moment into a sexy one. She throws her head back and runs her hands through her hair, mussing it up in a way that gives my dick a jolt of awareness.
Dropping her chin to lock eyes with me, her palms slide slowly down her neck and over her chest. She places her hands on my abs to use me for balance as she gyrates her hot centre on top of me. My dick presses against the back of my zipper with every roll of her hips. Reaching up, she hooks each of her spaghetti straps with her thumbs and pulls them down over her shoulders. When she slides the dress down lower and reveals her gorgeous bare chest, I can’t sit and watch a second longer.
My hands glide up her stomach, over her ribs, and cup the exquisite weight of her breasts. She bites her lip and swivels her hips over my rock-hard cock.
“Booker,” she groans holding my hands against her chest. “Make love to me.”
I sit up and band my arms around her waist, devouring her neck with my lips. “I’d love nothing more, Poppy.”
Just as my hand slips into the back of her thong, a loud knock blasts through the tiny playhouse.
“Oi, you two! Get your arses decent and get out of there right now,” an unfamiliar male voice bellows from outside.
Poppy’s wide, terrified eyes find mine as she grapples with the straps of her dress. Trying not to smile, I look out the window to see the man walking away from the playhouse.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, noticing his uniform. “It’s the park warden.”
