Page 64 of Battling the Enemy

Delaney laughed and said, “No wonder Emerson came and got the kids. She was probably afraid you’d snap at one of them, and then I’d have to kill you.”

“Speaking of kids,” I lowered onto my haunches, “how’s this little girl doing?” Delaney was pregnant with our fourth child, and she just started showing a couple of weeks ago.

We had three boys and were finally getting a girl. And, while Delaney didn’t know this, I had planned on continuing to knock her up until she did give me a girl. Dash was eight, Crew was six, and Zane was four, and as much as I loved my sons, I really wanted a little girl.

Ten years ago, after I moved Delaney in with me, Ramsey, Liam, and I had told our parents to go eat a dick and we started up our own company. The girls had gone to college, but they had all gone to Blaineview, where they got an exceptional education, and received their degrees. The only reason we had managed to survive them going to school while we worked to get our company off the ground was because we knew they were all together.

They’d protect each other.

And when Dash came into the world, Ramsey and Emerson had produced the first of their two boys, Ramsey Jr. and Maddox. Liam and Roselyn fell in line with their three children, Chance, Neo, and Gideon. The entire brood was made up of boys, except for Ava’s kids. She was able to throw some estrogen in the mix with her two girls, DJ (Delaney Jr.) and sweet little Maggie.

And, now, Delaney was finally giving me a little girl.

“Other than zapping all my energy, she’s doing well,” Delaney complained lovingly.

I leaned down and nuzzled her neck. “How zapped are we talking about?”

Delaney’s laugh turned into a moan when I reached around and took her ass in both my hands. “I’m notthatzapped,” she answered huskily.

Grabbing Delaney by the back of her thighs, I hoisted her up and planted her fine ass on the kitchen counter. Stepping in between her legs, I took her face in my hands and kiss her, pouring everything I felt for her in that kiss.

Ramsey had been right all those years ago.

The regret I felt at how I treated Delaney all those years ago at the cove has stayed with me every day since then. I did my best to treasure her daily, and I knew she was happy with our lives-happy with me, but it wasn’t enough for me. It’s been ten years, but I will spend the rest of my days loving Delaney like I should have from the beginning.

I broke off the kiss to tell her, “I love you, Lamb.”

She smiled softly because she recognized my tone. “I know you do, Deke. I love you, too.”

The End.