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ass.
    “Babe this is all for lil
man.”
    She gave me the ‘men are
stupid look’. I don’t know if it’s hormones or what but when she
wasn’t using me for sex I was usually at the receiving end of one
of those looks. More often than not it came right behind me telling
her she couldn’t do some stupid fuck thing she wanted to do. Like
climbing the stairs with packages that were taller than she was, or
eating chocolate ice cream for breakfast. Even I knew that she
wasn’t allowed to do that shit, that it was all about healthy foods
and shit. But when I tried to feed her the healthy crap they
recommended in the books she threatened to throw that shit at my
head, go figure. She’s been getting away with a lot of shit these
days because she knew I wouldn’t tan her ass while she was
pregnant. Though there was still no sign of a pregnant belly yet.
She was still a tiny little bit of a thing with a whole lot of lip.
Her body still makes me crazy as fuck with the piercings and tats
that screamed she was mine. And that wild as fuck hair that makes
me think of fisting it while I slam her from behind. Damn get a
grip Lyon. I’d been afraid the sex would taper off a bit because of
the baby on board but I’m happy to say I was wrong. Everyday I woke
up happy as fuck that I’d found her, that she was now mine and will
always be. We didn’t talk about the past too much, just once in a
while she’d have a flash back or a nightmare but those were growing
less and less. When that shit happened I usually ended up loving
her back to sleep. I found that if I held her close all night they
stayed away so problem solved. Our whole focus since coming back
from our honeymoon has been the baby. It was all about the kid and
like Daniel once said, if mommy’s happy the baby will be too.
Probably the only lucid moment the fuck’s had in a year.
    Sometimes after reading one
of my new books I felt the excitement of what was to come next. I
could actually see her with a round tummy. Ripe and blossoming with
my child. Then other times I’d wake up in a cold sweat and scared
out of my fucking mind. I knew that the fear was because this was
unknown territory for me. It was something that I couldn’t control
and I didn’t like that shit one bit. She’s been doing her thing
too. While I’ve been preparing in my own way she’s been flitting
around in excitement getting things ready. Like I said everything
was about the baby. He wasn’t even here yet and already he had
taken over our lives completely. That was fine by me, my girl was
happy and that’s all the fuck I cared about at the end of the
day.
    Now she’s on my ass about my
shit. I don’t know what she’s doing in my little corner anyway.
It’s the only part of the house she and her gaggle of hens had left
me. I never knew kids needed that much fucking space. No wonder my
parents had a mausoleum, with three of us they’d needed the space
apparently. I’d always thought my house was a decent size; five
bedrooms and four bathrooms seemed like enough to me. But now
there’s talk of knocking down walls to make room for a nursery and
shit. How much fucking room could he need? I’ve seen those things
and they barely fit on my arm. What the fuck? She looked around at
the child safe playpen, the safety hooks for the kitchen cabinets,
and all the other shit I had spread out on my worktable. I’d bought
safety gates for the upstairs and the stairs leading down to the
basement and there was a whole lot of other shit too. All the other
stuff I’d started collecting was strewn around the room waiting to
be put together or built. I wanted it all ready by the time my son
got here.
    “First of all he might be a
she we’ll be finding that out tomorrow.”
    “Hold it, fuck no you didn’t
tell me about that, we need to discuss that shit. I’ve pretty much
come to terms with the whole having a baby deal but no girls Kat
that’s where I draw the fucking line.” Her mouth fell open and