landed on Angel, who stared back with wide eyes and cheeks tinged pink. What was she thinking?
If she could read his mind it’d probably scare her away. Billy wondered how she’d looked at three months, six months, and then at nine months pregnant. He imagined what it would have been like to put his hand on her belly and feel Gabby’s tiny feet kicking beneath it. Thanks to O’Malley that chance had been stolen from him.
Honestly, Billy didn’t know how he would’ve reacted to being a father at the age of eighteen. But the thought of Angel growing large awaken a fierce possessiveness in him now. This was their second chance to be a family. He didn’t intend to walk out of her life again, no matter how much she tried to push him away.
“Well, honey, by the look of things, I don’t think you’re going to have to wait long,” said Hannah.
Score one for Billy. Not only did he have his daughter on his team but with Hannah and Samantha rooting for him then he was that much closer to winning Angel’s heart. And to think when he first walked into the room he was in a state of panic thinking the two women had tried to warn Angel off.
“Well, we better leave you two lovebirds alone.” Hannah gently picked up Maxine from the pillow.
“We’re not…not—”
“Yet,” said Hannah and Samantha simultaneously.
“Alone.” Angel interrupted as she cut her eyes toward Gabby. “I was going to remind you we’re not alone.”
“So you ARE lovebirds?” Hannah grinned.
“That’s not what I meant.” Angel sputtered as she received a hug goodbye from each of the women.
“Quit while you’re ahead,” advised Billy. “Trust me, there’s no winning with these two. You and I know what’s going on. That’s all that is important.”
But once he was out of earshot at the door with his teammate’s wives he whispered his thanks. “I appreciate the support ladies.” Billy shot a glance over his shoulder to confirm he wasn’t being overheard. “I’m trying not to scare Angel off.”
Samantha turned and jabbed a finger onto his chest. “Don’t fuck this up.”
“Whoa, you’ve been hanging with the boys too much,” responded Billy. She might have left reporting from the locker room behind, but she could still swear with the best of them.
“I only use the word for shock value. It’s the only way to get you men to listen.”
“I’m listening, I’m listening.”
Hannah situated the baby into a contraption that looked like a backpack with a place for the baby’s head, arms and legs to stick out. It reminded Billy of a turtle.
“You’re a lucky man, Billy.”
“I know.” He imagined Angel holding Gabby at the same age as Maxine. He wondered if Angel packed the wall of photos or maybe there was a box of pictures he hadn’t seen. “Thanks for welcoming them both,” he repeated. Their doubtful looks made him add, “For real.”
“Now go make a playmate for Gabby,” said Hannah.
“I’m on it.”
When he closed the door and turned to face Angel they traded heated glances. He looked away first and took a note of the time on the clock. Four long hours until Gabby’s bedtime stretched out before him.
Deciding to make good use of the time he found reasons to touch her. His hand at the small of her back produced a startled gasp from her mouth. His fingertips generated goose bumps along her arm. She shivered as he breathed in her scent asking in a whisper what smelled so good. Each response from her amped him to the very edge of his control. At dinner she paid him back, torturing him by licking a knife with a seductive smile on her lips, while Gabby wasn’t looking. His cocked throbbed to be unleashed. Any moment he’d need a straightjacket to keep him from Angel’s body.
But his ardor cooled as they watched Cinderella together. Like the family he pictured them being. After the movie ended he entered Gabby’s bedroom as Angel grabbed a book. Spotting Billy, Gabby crossed her arms and
If she could read his mind it’d probably scare her away. Billy wondered how she’d looked at three months, six months, and then at nine months pregnant. He imagined what it would have been like to put his hand on her belly and feel Gabby’s tiny feet kicking beneath it. Thanks to O’Malley that chance had been stolen from him.
Honestly, Billy didn’t know how he would’ve reacted to being a father at the age of eighteen. But the thought of Angel growing large awaken a fierce possessiveness in him now. This was their second chance to be a family. He didn’t intend to walk out of her life again, no matter how much she tried to push him away.
“Well, honey, by the look of things, I don’t think you’re going to have to wait long,” said Hannah.
Score one for Billy. Not only did he have his daughter on his team but with Hannah and Samantha rooting for him then he was that much closer to winning Angel’s heart. And to think when he first walked into the room he was in a state of panic thinking the two women had tried to warn Angel off.
“Well, we better leave you two lovebirds alone.” Hannah gently picked up Maxine from the pillow.
“We’re not…not—”
“Yet,” said Hannah and Samantha simultaneously.
“Alone.” Angel interrupted as she cut her eyes toward Gabby. “I was going to remind you we’re not alone.”
“So you ARE lovebirds?” Hannah grinned.
“That’s not what I meant.” Angel sputtered as she received a hug goodbye from each of the women.
“Quit while you’re ahead,” advised Billy. “Trust me, there’s no winning with these two. You and I know what’s going on. That’s all that is important.”
But once he was out of earshot at the door with his teammate’s wives he whispered his thanks. “I appreciate the support ladies.” Billy shot a glance over his shoulder to confirm he wasn’t being overheard. “I’m trying not to scare Angel off.”
Samantha turned and jabbed a finger onto his chest. “Don’t fuck this up.”
“Whoa, you’ve been hanging with the boys too much,” responded Billy. She might have left reporting from the locker room behind, but she could still swear with the best of them.
“I only use the word for shock value. It’s the only way to get you men to listen.”
“I’m listening, I’m listening.”
Hannah situated the baby into a contraption that looked like a backpack with a place for the baby’s head, arms and legs to stick out. It reminded Billy of a turtle.
“You’re a lucky man, Billy.”
“I know.” He imagined Angel holding Gabby at the same age as Maxine. He wondered if Angel packed the wall of photos or maybe there was a box of pictures he hadn’t seen. “Thanks for welcoming them both,” he repeated. Their doubtful looks made him add, “For real.”
“Now go make a playmate for Gabby,” said Hannah.
“I’m on it.”
When he closed the door and turned to face Angel they traded heated glances. He looked away first and took a note of the time on the clock. Four long hours until Gabby’s bedtime stretched out before him.
Deciding to make good use of the time he found reasons to touch her. His hand at the small of her back produced a startled gasp from her mouth. His fingertips generated goose bumps along her arm. She shivered as he breathed in her scent asking in a whisper what smelled so good. Each response from her amped him to the very edge of his control. At dinner she paid him back, torturing him by licking a knife with a seductive smile on her lips, while Gabby wasn’t looking. His cocked throbbed to be unleashed. Any moment he’d need a straightjacket to keep him from Angel’s body.
But his ardor cooled as they watched Cinderella together. Like the family he pictured them being. After the movie ended he entered Gabby’s bedroom as Angel grabbed a book. Spotting Billy, Gabby crossed her arms and
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