“Well I sure can’t squeeze any boy you made out of my vagina. That’s not happening.”
“Fuck me. I never even thought about you going into labor. Holy shit. I don’t think I can handle seeing you like that,” he frets, the panic clear on his face.
I burst out laughing. This is the thing that brings panic to Carter’s face.
“Not funny, Cherry,” he growls.
This only makes me giggle even more, earning me a classic Carter glare.
“Okay, okay. Get me clean so I can make us something to eat. I’m starving here.”
Carter starts rubbing me down with soap, getting my boobs cleaner than they’ve ever been in my life. He says he’s only checking to see if they’re sensitive yet but I call bullshit. Next thing I know my nipples are in his mouth. He moves and kneels in front of me, thoroughly cleaning every part of me until I can barely stand. My body is like Jell-O when finishes. He stands up and makes quick work of his own cleaning. He deems us both clean and pulls me from the shower. He spends extra time drying me off, then hands me a shirt from the bag he brought in last night. He puts it on me and then nods his head in approval. It’s so freaking huge the sleeves fall to mid-forearm on me, and the hem is almost to my knees. This is saying a lot, because I’m a curvy girl, and all his shirts fit him like a second skin.
“I have clothes I can wear. This thing is huge on me.”
“I like seeing you in my shit, so you’ll wear it. Got it, Cherry?” He says this like it’s a question but we both know he’s telling, not asking. He smacks my ass and pushes me towards the kitchen. “Food, woman. We’re all starving here.”
I shoot him a pissed-off look but the idea of going into the kitchen and making us breakfast makes me way happier than it should. It shows me how much we’ve missed, and how excited I am to do these little things with him.
When I’m halfway down the hall, Carter grabs me and spins me around.
“I gotta make a call so I’m going to step out back,” he tells me.
I want to question him, but I want him to know I trust him too.
“Mmkay.”
“Kiss me, Cherry.”
“I can’t,” I pout.
“And why the fuck not?” he growls.
“Because you’re a freaking giant and I’ll never reach,” I snap at him, loving that this is what we’re bickering about. Picking me up, he gives me a soft tender kiss, different from his usual punishing kisses. He nibbles at my lips and lazily slips his tongue into my mouth. After a moment, he’s sets me back on the ground again.
“I’ll just be out back if you need me.”
Nodding my head, I go to the kitchen and start taking things out of the fridge to make omelets. Suddenly I hear the front door lock click and Justin comes strolling in.
“Layla! I’ve been so worried about you. I heard what happened, and you haven’t been answering any of my calls,” he says as he rushes over towards me.
Crap! I don’t even remember where I left my phone. I bet Jeanette is blowing it up right now too.
“Sorry. Time just got away from me, I guess.” I blush when I think of what I’ve really been up to.
Taking my face in his hands, Justin looks over me
“Is the baby okay? I told you if you ever needed anything, I’m here for you and the baby.”
“Justin, we’re fine,” I say adamantly and I reach up to remove his hands from my face. I notice too late that he’s leaning into me.
CARTER
“Looks like I’m going back to jail.”
I’m not out of the room five fucking minutes and this little dipshit is trying to move in on my woman.
My body moves on autopilot. Next thing I know he’s on the ground and I’m kneeling on his neck. Somewhere in the background I can hear Layla telling me to let him up. She’s adorable when she’s panicking.
“Carter! Get off him! He’s turning blue!” I look down and see Baby Bitch, a.k.a. Justin, is in fact, turning blue. His arms and legs flail but it’s useless when I’ve got his whole body pinned down with just my knee. I don’t know why Cherry is freaking out. I told her I wanted him gone but here he is. When I walked in and saw him touching her, rage shot through my body and I swear I saw red. I don’t like Cherry seeing me like this but this is who I am. It’s best she learns to keep other men the fuck away from her now.
I reach down and punch the side of his thigh in a quick jab. It gives him a charley-horse and he starts to cramp up. I lean over and do the same to the other leg so now he’s somewhat still.
“I’m gonna let you up because I don’t wanna get blood inside Layla’s house. But after I let you up, I’m gonna take you out back and show you the wood shed.”