I scowled at her. “No dating. Ever.”
“Yes dear,” she patronized, and then saluted me smartly.
Narrowing my eyes, I gave her a warning glance. “And, the next one better be a boy, Blondie. I’m fucking outnumbered as it is.”
Zoe rolled her eyes, and then reached out to take a small photo the doctor handed her. Her eyes misted as she studied it. “That’s our baby girl, Daddy.”
The minute she said Daddy, I melted. I couldn’t wait to hear our little one call me that.
After Zoe’s stomach was clean, she pulled her shirt down and I helped her off of the exam table. We thanked the doctor, made a new appointment and headed out to our car. Before opening her door, I crushed Zoe to my chest.
“Nothing will ever top our wedding day, but I have to admit, this one comes close.” I dipped my head into the bend of her neck and shoulder, nuzzling her. Her sweet little sigh shot straight to my core and my dick was suddenly very interested in receiving some attention.
“Let’s go home and celebrate,” I suggested.
Zoe giggled and waited for me to lift my head before she pecked my lips. “Sounds like a fantastic idea. Can we stop for Chinese on the way? And maybe some ice cream?”
“Whatever you want, baby. As long as I get to eat dessert off you.”
“I like the way you think, Mr. Heath.”
After helping her into the car, I knelt down beside her seat and buckled her in, deliberately letting my hands brush along her sensitive tits. She inhaled quickly and shifted positions. “You inspire my best ideas, Mrs. Heath,” I purred.
Later that night, we lay in bed, studying the picture, both of us fascinated.
Some people might think I should be stunned to have gotten what I wanted. But, the truth was, you can’t “get” what is already yours. And, I knew, from the moment I met Zoe, that she was mine.
Epilogue
Zoe
“Turn here! Turn here!” I yelled. “I want to stop at Timmy’s.”
“Timmy who?” Landon growled, his eyes flashing with a possessive gleam when he looked my way.
“Tim Horton’s, you silly caveman,” I giggled, pointing at the sign for the Canadian chain which didn’t have a location in the entire state of Wisconsin. The closest one was all the way in Michigan. “They have the best coffee ever.”
He gave me a weird look. “You don’t even like coffee!”
“Only because nobody else makes it like Timmy’s does.”
“Are you sure it’s a good time for you to have caffeine?” he asked, glancing in the rearview mirror to check on our beautiful baby girl.
“Yes,” I sighed, well-accustomed to his over-the-top concerns and wishing once again that I’d hidden all the baby books from him before he’d had a chance to memorize them. “I only had a tiny mug of tea this morning before we left. It’s been almost twelve hours on the road. Trust me when I tell you that I need a little caffeine in my system before we’re swarmed by my family.”
“But—”
“No buts! We’re almost at my parents’ house so I’ll be breastfeeding Tallie before it even has a chance to really hit my system. It’s the perfect time for me to have a cup of the only coffee in the world that I enjoy,” I growled.
We were finally making our first trip up to visit my family. Taking a road trip with a four-month-old baby wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but Tallie had come down with an ear infection last week so we hadn’t wanted to risk flying with her so soon afterwards. She’d already recovered quite nicely, but Landon tended to be over-protective with her... and it only made me love him more.
He must have realized it was in everyone’s best interest to do as I asked because he turned into the Tim Horton’s drive-through.
“Get me a double double and a dozen blueberry jam busters.”
“A double what?” he grumbled. “What in the hell is a jam buster? And why do you want them in blueberry when you know damn well that I’m allergic?”
“Sorry, Mr. Grumpypants. A double double means I want two creamers and two sugars in my coffee,” I laughed.
“Well that explains why you like it, it’s not even coffee when you take it that way.” He shook his head as he placed the order, adding a black coffee for himself.
“You may want to get an extra dozen donuts since the ones I got are blueberry jelly filled.”
“Ah, the mysterious jam busters,” he mumbled, looking over the menu and adding more donuts to the order.
“The blueberry ones are my mom’s and my favorites,” I explained once we were back on the road, after slurping down most of my coffee. “She’ll be happy to have them for breakfast tomorrow morning, and I’m sure Dad will help you with the strawberry ones you picked.”