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had him pegged all wrong.  I thought for sure with how easily Vivian was able to shoot him down tha t I could go all alpha male on his ass, and he would sulk in the corner just like he did with her.  I guess not. He can beat on his chest all he wants and piss everywhere those girls walk to mark them as his, it doesn’t change anything in my mind.  It doesn’t matter whose blood flows through whose body; blood doesn’t make anyone a parent.  It’s the effort that’s put forth to prove who has the right to be a parent, and I give everything in my life one hundred and ten motherfucking percent. There’s no way I’m stopping now. No fucking way. 
     

Brad walks through the door while the girls are still asleep.  They must be wiped out because they didn’t even stir when the doctors and nurses were here to check on them. I wait a few seconds and see that Nathan isn’t with him.  That can’t be a good thing.  “Where’s Nate, Brad?”  He just pursed his lips without answering.   I nod my head to Stella and make my way out the door in search of my husband.  My husband - it sounds better and better.
    I look down the hall and find where he’s standing. Hands in his pockets of his running pants accentuating his tight firm ass.   He’s staring out the windows; I’m sure lost in thought.  The sun has long since gone and now the moon and stars are shining bright.  I take a moment to take him in. To really look at him.   I cannot believe I never recognized him.  I’m not sure if that‘s a good thing or not.  It’s not like I’m over the hill or anything; I’m only twenty-eight .   I should be paying attention to the gossip that floats through the streets of New York.  Who doesn’t know who's dating who. Or better yet, who’s knocked up who .  He was known as the bad boy of New York.  Grew up rich, without a care in the world, but he turned his back on his family’s name and did his own thing.  We all heard the stories of Nathan Whitmore; playboy, heartthrob, ungrateful, spoiled boy.  None of them were true, I know deep in my heart that the stories I‘ve heard about him are not true at all.   
    He is a specimen of physical perfection if I do say so myself.  It doesn’t even have to do with the fact that I know what he’s packing in the southern region.  Let’s be honest, I know I have yet to experience that beast at its full potential yet.  Or maybe I did, and I just can’t remember it.  How sad is that?   I slide my eyes up and down his body, stifling a moan low in my throat. I absolutely love the effect this man has on me.  His stark white t-shirt is stretched beyond its limits across the muscles that make up his biceps.  His scruff is more prominent now, but still looks like he’s meant for it to be that way.  “Hey.”  I walk up to him and gently place my hands on his shoulders.  I feel the tension. “Everything alright?”
    He turns and looks at me.  He pulls me into him, and he wraps his strong arms around my body.  I instantly melt into him.  “Yeah Bear, everything’s good.”
    “Are you and Brad alright?”
    “Yeah.”   He looks over to the food and drinks left on the table next to him.  “Let’s get you fed, baby girl.”  He picks up the food and heads for the hospital room.  I know there’s something bothering him, but I’m not going to push.  I hope he will tell me when he’s ready. 
    “Nathan, ”  I call after him, he stops and turns around.
    “I do love you, you know.  You know you can talk to me.  I’m sure all this has put your head in a tailspin , and I understand if you need to take a breather.  I would you know, understand.”
    “Not in a million years, love.  Not in a million years.”  He turns back around and enters the room without another look. 
     

Does what Brad said to me bother me?  Fuck yes, but I just need to remember what I feel in my heart when Laney is near me.  How connected we are and how I know she is