Page 37 of Gator (Bourbon Kings MC #1)

“And they lived happily ever after.”

“Tell me another, Papa.” My youngest yawned, snuggling deeper into her pillow. Her sister already long gone into dreamland.

“Tomorrow, sweetheart. It’s late, and Papa needs his sleep.”

“Papa?”

“Hmm.”

“Do you know the story of Uncle Donut?”

Smiling, I leaned down and tucked her quilt around her. “I sure do. Would you like me to tell you tomorrow?”

“Does it have a happy ending, too?”

“Oh, Chèr ,” I whispered. “There is nothing happier than The Donut, The Butterfly, and The Mad Scientist.”

“Wow.” My little girl smiled. “I love you, Papa.”

“I love you too, baby,” I whispered, kissing her forehead.

Turning off the light, I got up and walked to the door, pausing to look back at my three miracles.

So much like their mother.

My cup had runneth over.

Softly closing the door, I walked across the hall and entered my bedroom to find my beautiful wife sitting on the bed, rubbing lotion onto her swollen stomach.

Looking up at me, she smiled. “Girls asleep?”

Plopping face first onto the bed, I groaned, “Yes. Finally.”

My woman chuckled. “And how many stories did they talk you into tonight?”

“Three,” I said, rolling onto my side, placing my hand on her belly. “And how is my son tonight?”

“Sleeping, if he knows what’s good for him.”

Leaning closer, I placed my lips on her belly and whispered, “Please, Son. For the love of God. Don’t anger the dragon lady tonight. I need my sleep.”

A swift kick to my lips was my answer.

Groaning, I laid on my back and covered my eyes as Devlyn chuckled. “Don’t get too comfortable, Wade Crawley. I’m hungry.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

“I’m not going anywhere. Go raid the kitchen. I’m sure Juju hid some leftovers somewhere.”

Devlyn narrowed her eyes at me, that mischievous glint sparking like a firework. “Leftovers? Wade Crawley, I am carrying your son, and you have the audacity to suggest leftovers? I want a muffaletta.”

I sighed deeply, knowing resistance was futile.

“A muffaletta? At this hour? Do you even know where I can get one?”

“Not my problem,” she said, crossing her arms with theatrical defiance. “You’re resourceful. Figure it out.”

I sat up, running a hand through my hair. “You realize I’ll have to drive halfway across the city to find one, right? Or better yet, conjure one out of thin air.”

Her grin widened, her eyes twinkling with the victory she knew was hers. “Then I suggest you either start driving or go wake Juju and conjure one out of thin air.”

Giving in, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and grabbed my keys from the nightstand. “You’re lucky I love you,” I muttered while pulling on a clean shirt.

“And don’t you forget it!” she called, her laughter trailing after me like a sweet melody. “Oh, and don’t come back without extra pickles!”

I groaned dramatically as I stepped out into the town I loved. For all the frustration, there was no denying—Devlyn made my life feel like an adventure.

Even if it involved a midnight muffaletta.

THE END