And Baby Makes Three Read Online Free PDF Page B

a playboy man-whore like you are.” Marie felt her irritation rise even higher. “If it’s a girl, she’s to be protected, yet the boy gets to have no morals and be the slut of his high school?”
    “Whoa, who said that? And, by the way, I’m not a playboy, my mom raised me right,” Brody retorted.
    “Says the man who planned every party at Rafe’s house.” Marie sat up. “Oh, I heard that your name is on every party roster in Quantico and beyond.”
    “Jesus, how did we go from having a nice moment to you thinking I’ve been in every bed on the East Coast?” Brody asked.
    “Because you are a leopard who cannot change his spots and proved it by actually saying that if this baby is a boy he could slut around,” Marie snapped. “You should go home. This wasn’t a good idea.”
    “Marie, there hasn’t been anyone else in my life since we got together the day of the wedding,” Brody said calmly. “And while I may have coordinated those parties, I never slept with any of the girls there. It was all for a good time, a way for our guys to de-stress after all they go through. Me? I run the grill, keep the bar stocked, and handle the music and the clean up. I’m not saying that I haven’t had dates, girlfriends, and even a committed relationship once. But for the love of God, my past is not the thing that should dictate my future with you and my child.”
    “That’s what they all say,” she muttered.
    “Don’t let what happened to you with your ex-husband ruin what we could have,” Brody insisted.
    “You don’t know anything about that,” Marie said and shook her head while tears started to fall down her cheeks.
    “Oh, baby, don’t cry,” he said in a gentle voice and tried to pull her into his arms.
    Marie shook her head again and pushed him away, wiping her tears away furiously. “I’m not crying because I’m hurt. I’m angry. These are tears of anger, and don’t you dare blame it on hormones!” 
    Brody pulled her against him and settled back into bed. “I wouldn’t think of it, honey, you have every right to be angry. Do you want a cookie?”
    “No,” she mumbled.
    “All right. Then how about you go to sleep and I’ll hold you all night?” he crooned.
    “I told you to go home.” She yawned.
    “I know you did, baby, and I will as soon as you fall asleep.” Brody ran his fingers through her hair and she felt herself drifting off and barely heard him say, “Eventually you’ll have to let me in and tell me how he hurt you so very badly.”
    “Okay,” Marie said. She had told herself she would relax just for a minute and then kick him out. That wasn’t the case because she ended up sleeping in his arms all night. In the morning he was sitting on the side of the bed with a hot cup of tea and mint gingersnaps for her.
    It was the first morning in weeks where she didn’t throw up her breakfast, and they ended up watching TV in bed whiling away the Saturday afternoon. She remembered his words as he dozed on the pillow next to her. She wasn’t ready to let him in, but she wasn’t willing to give him up either. So they would stay the course the best they could and she hoped to hell she was making the right choices.

Chapter Four
    “I don’t know what to do, Rafe. I’m half scared to go to her house lately,” Brody said helplessly. “Yesterday, I show up with all the ingredients ready to make her dinner. She asked for mashed potatoes and Salisbury steak. So I start cooking, and then halfway through she changes her mind and says that the smell is making her sick and she couldn’t possibly eat what I was making. Then, she is crying and I go to see why, afraid it is somehow my fault again, but she’s sitting in front of the TV, crying at a fabric softener commercial. Why? Because the baby on the commercial put its finger in its mother’s mouth and she thought it was cute.” Brody looked at Rafe. “Then, wasting all the food that was half made, she ended up wanting cheese