Page 28 of Sexting the Tattooed Outlaw

“You do?”

“It’s just a feeling,” she shrugs. “For a boy's name, I’m thinking…Sam Junior.”

“What?”I sputter. “Kay, absolutely not. I’m not naming my son after me.”

“Why the hell not?” she asks with a grin.

“I’m not…”

“Don’t you dare say you’re not worthy, you’re not good enough, or any of that nonsense,” she warns me.

“I wasn’t gonna,” I lie. I pull her close to me.

“Good. Because I think it would be amazing to have a son who is just like his daddy.”

She really means it. And me? I can’t believe I’m so lucky. How’d I get this incredible woman to look up at me with those adoring eyes?

My wife has always looked at me like I’m the hero instead of the villain.

She stands on her toes, her bump pressed against my torso, tilting her chin up for a kiss. I’m happy to indulge. When we break away, she takes my hand.

“Let’s go home,” she says. “I’ve got pregnancy hormones coursing through my veins and I need you inside of me.”

I grin.

“Yes, ma’am.”