“Yeah, I know. They’re hard not to love,” he says, smiling down at me.
“I have no idea what I’m doing here. I have no idea how to be a mom. I guess I thought subconsciously if I just let it happen that I’d have to figure it out.”
“You’ve never failed at a thing in your life. I can promise you will not fail at this. Hell, if we have a little girl, I bet all the boys will be more scared to meet you than me.” Vincent’s teasing makes me smile. “Look at you with Violet. Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on, but before you got here she was spinning, and you righted her. Gave her someone to talk to. You might think you can’t be motherly, but I’ve already seen you do it.”
“I love you,” I tell him.
He slides down my body, lifting my shirt and kissing my stomach. “Love you, too,” he mumbles against my skin. “Should I show Mommy my dirty little secret?” he says to my belly, making my eyebrows rise.
He pulls off the bed and goes over to his closet. He opens the door and pulls out a huge cardboard box. I get off the bed and walk over as he pulls the lid off.
The sight inside makes me laugh. It’s crammed full with so much baby crap.
“How long have you known?” I look over at him, and he’s got a giant smile on his face.
“Long before you.”
Chapter Five
Mac
I fought with Vincent for a total of five minutes, knew I wasn’t going to win, and gave in. He’d just follow me if I hadn’t. I could try and lose him, but that never seemed to work with him. He had a habit of popping up on me out of nowhere, so I knew it was best this way. I wouldn’t be shocked to find out that he’d somehow implanted me with a tracking device.
For a big motherfucker, he can move just as quietly as I can. I’ve even joked about putting a bell on him a few times after he made me almost shit myself when he came out of nowhere. It almost got him a few black eyes. So I knew he’d be fine at my side for this. Sliding out of my truck, I grab my sniper and my night-vision goggles out from under the truck bench sitting them on the seat.
We’re in the flatlands of Kansas, with only one place to get in the sky. A fucking water tower. Vincent comes to the other side of the truck to stand next to me, watching my every move like he always seems to do.
I go to sling the weapon to my back, but Vincent grabs it and takes it from me.
“I'll carry it.”
I just nod.
“If the ladder is back-caged too tight, I’ll have to take it. You and It won’t fit together.”
Vincent is a thick guy, and if the cage is as tight as I fear, there’s no way he’ll fit.
He picks up the night goggles from the seat and hands them to me. “It’s not.”
Grabbing him by the shirt, I pull him to me. He bends, knowing what I want, meeting me for the kiss. It’s deep, sweet, and utterly possessive. Completely Vincent. He lets me think I’m
leading the kiss, but I’m not. It’s all him.
Pulling back, I stare up at him. “You sure you wanna do this? I could be breaking so many fucking laws here in a minute. You want that blood on you?” I know Vincent has saved my ass before, putting his own career at the FBI on the line, but this is more than that. He’s actually going to stand there while I do it. I don’t even know why I’m asking the question because I know the answer. But I still want to give him an out.
“You come before anything. Always.” He kisses me again.
We make our short trek over to the water tower. I go up first, climbing the tall ladder until I reach the top. Pulling out my phone, I check my messages from Scribe, making sure everything is on the ups and confirming the location.
I head over to the south side of the tower and lie down, pulling on the night-vision goggles as I look for my target. I spot them a mile out. I pull out my phone again.
Me: I got three.
Scribe: Those are Mixers. Any other shows will be Aces.
I slide my phone into my back pocket. Vincent hands me my sniper, and I fix my scope.
Vincent lies down next to me.
“Never fails to turn me the fuck on when you got a gun in your hand.”
I look over at him and smile. “Name something I do that doesn’t turn you on.”
“You got me there.” He leans in closer. “I tell you, your pussy tastes sweeter since you got knocked up. I can’t seem to stop eating your cunt lately.”
“You’ve never been able to stop eating my cunt,” I retort. It’s nice having him here. It’s not like we have to be quiet. No one can hear us.
“Hostile,” I say when I see movement. Three motorcycles come in on the Mixers. Vincent goes utterly still while I let the world fade away as I watch the ground.