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I start making a mental list of things to research today.

Alternative living options

Cribs

Baby monitors

Breastfeeding versus formula

Baby names

Possible new jobs

There are a million more things on my list that I’ll need to know and get done before he’s born, but that’s a good place to start.

Bambi’s sweet voice pulls me out of my internal thoughts of crib safety ratings and night vision camera monitors.

“As long as you aren’t groping me or shoving your tongue down my throat, I guess I can live with that.”

“I can’t shove my tongue down your throat in front of Lauren?” I tease. I wasn’t planning on doing that anyway, but now that she’s brought it up.

“No, you cannot.”

“Well can I do it now?”

She pinches her lips between her teeth looking up at me from beneath those fairy wing lashes and nods.

Ooh, now I have a new game to play. How many times can I make out with Bambi in public without anyone seeing us? My guess is not many because when I’m with Bambi, no one else exists.

I lock lips with her again and this time I do shove my tongue down her throat. Only when she’s mewling and writhing in my hold do I release her, breathing heavily and leaning into me seeking out more.

“Come on, let’s get to work before the rumors really start.”

She harumphs and scrunches her nose at me. I bop it like a puppy dog and then give her ass a little squeeze.