so damn excited I can hardly sit still.
After my talk with Percy and a raging argument with Indie that only wound down once I let her sniff the afghan I stole from Dot’s place, she finally relented and started babbling about how awesome it would be to have clean laundry and a clean apartment.
With a live-in cook.
I moved out at the end of that month and right into my own place, which Daddy personally inspected and deemed fit for his little princess.
I’ve been all on my lonesome for a good month now while I went through tests, hormone injections, and scads of other gruesome things to start the next phase of my plan.
The injections were harsh and the mood swings and weepiness had my crew on the verge of a meltdown many a time.
It sucked ass but every time I would question my plans, all I’d have to do is look at Callie and little Jack and I’d find my resolve again.
All they’re doing now is ensuring that the embryo-egg thingies are ready and viable and I’m hot for an implantation. The process is a lot more complicated, but whatever. It boils down to my physicist’s spunk being joined with my egg and then going into me via a needle I’m having nightmares about.
It’ll be worth it, though. I think.
“Okay then, Dr. Frankenegg, I’ll see you next week. Just remember that I feel calmest with some Queen playing in the background and a nice leg rub. You have that done and we’ll all get through this alive,” I joke. Rising to leave.
The good doctor laughs his head off at me and lets me go with yet another warning that sex is off the table for the next month or so.
Admittedly I have been super randy of late, thanks to those hormones, and I can’t look at a man without wanting to jump him.
The ride home is relatively quiet and I walk into my apartment with a giddiness that has me vibrating with glee. Till I set eyes on the idiot I’ve successfully been avoiding for two bleeding months since Callie gave birth to Jack and I told Freddie to take a leap. Off a tall building preferably.
Coming to a dead halt as the door bangs shut, I take him in in all his blond, delicious glory. Oh hell.
The man is ten kinds of delectable as I just stare at him where he’s taken to reclining across my sofa as if he belongs there.
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Cage
The look on her face is priceless and I have to bite down on my bottom lip to stop a chuckle when her green eyes start caressing me the way a lion looks at a gazelle.
I know exactly what’s going on inside that little body of hers right now, and it’s making me hard just thinking about how hot and ready, how ripe she’ll be with all those hormones coursing through her.
You think I’ve let two freaking months pass by without at least watching my Luci? Not in this lifetime.
I knew my little sprite was planning something.
Something I knew I wouldn’t like.
That proved more than true when I started tailing her and understood what the hell she was up to. I almost blew a gasket when she visited the freaking sperm bank and put in a freaking order for some other asshole’s swimmers!
Imagine that. My woman, my freaking Luci thinking I would ever allow some other dick’s seed to get into her body and take root.
The day I saw that and realized what the little kook was up to I had to go home and drink two thirds of a bottle just to keep myself calm enough not to set the sperm bank on fire.
Somehow I don’t think she’d be too happy having the father of her children behind bars for arson.
When Woody and Jack found me three sheets to the wind and slurring curses at the wall, I caved and spilled the truth. They eventually stopped laughing—Woody did when I punched him in the face—and started helping me put a plan together to cut Luci off at the knees.
What we came up with was so freaking diabolical it makes me want to laugh when I see her finally reel in her lust and fold her arms across her chest, her lips pursing as her eyes narrow.
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