Her hair spilled over her shoulders, tickling my chest.

I shook mine. “No.”

Her eyes, which had been happy, veiled slightly, so I hurriedly explained.

“I’m telling you that you’re marrying me,” I said, reaching under my pillow to pull out a hot pink velvet covered box that I’d picked out.

Her eyes widened as she watched me open the box, and then continued to widen as I pulled out the ring for her and held it out to her.

She raised her hand, offering me her finger.

It fit her perfectly, sliding over her knuckle and coming to rest just right.

“You will marry me, Nikki Pena.” I ordered her.

She leaned forward and placed her lips against mine.

“I thought you were never going to ask,” she teased.

I smacked her ass, causing her to jump in surprise.

Inadvertently making my hard cock ram into her to the hilt.

Her eyelids lowered slightly and I smiled.

“Not sure about the asking part yet…It’s just a formality. I only expect one answer, and one answer only,” I informed her.

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life? Bossiness?”

I grinned.

“Yeah, that’s what you have to look forward to. Plus loving all night long. Babysitting whenever you need it. A hug when you want it. Kisses in the middle of the night. Gas in your tank. Your groceries brought into the house. Pants put into the hamper. Steaks cooked on the grill,” I listed out my attributes, purposefully making them sound really enticing.

She narrowed her eyes. “It’s not babysitting if it’s your own kids,” she countered.

I snorted. “Whatever you say, darling mine.”

“As long as you know that, I’ll marry you.”

I laughed and rolled with her once again, pushing my cock into her and grinding my hips against her.

“I’ll remember that.”

“You bet you will, big boy.”

Chapter 20

For fox sake.

-Coffee Cup

Nikki

“Alright,” Memphis said, laying on the lounge next to me. “How did we all end up in this predicament?”

I laughed.

There was no other recourse.

Seven women were in attendance with me today, and all but one were pregnant.

Georgia, Memphis, Lennox, Mercy, and Blake were all in different stages of pregnancy.

Although, I was on my first pregnancy while the rest of them were on their second.

Seemed the men of Kilgore SWAT liked to keep their women barefoot and pregnant.

Fighting crime during the day and making babies at night.

I laughed and rolled over onto my side to face Memphis and the other ladies.

Today we were having a spa day.

I was getting married in less than four hours, and the SWAT ladies were having a pamper day while the men did some fishing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, running my hand over my belly.

Two months had passed since Doctor Stan Jones had been formally charged for killing fifteen officers, their wives, and three of those officers’ children.

“You know exactly what she’s talking about, hoe,” Georgia said, stretching and wiggling her toes.

I smiled.

Yeah, I did.

“Guess maybe one of us needs to learn control,” I surmised, sighing in appreciation when the man at my feet rubbed a particularly good spot on the heel of my foot.

“Hey, I noticed that Dr. Jones name was scraped off the paint at the door this morning when I went to my appointment,” Reese said before she took a drink of her Dr. Pepper. All eyes turned to hers, and her eyes widened in alarm. “I’m not pregnant! It was just my yearly pap, I swear!”

When all eyes stayed on her, she held up two fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

“Scout’s honor is three fingers, not two,” I replied helpfully.

“Well, whatever it is, I just had my yearly. I got my tubes tied after the little hellion arrived,” Reese promised solemnly.

That was the truth.

Her son was a little hellion. Just like his daddy, that boy was.

“Yeah, they took his name off of everything,” Memphis said. “Printed new business cards. Changed the signs out front. Painted over the wall with his face on it. Updated the website. Anything with ‘Jones’ on it was probably burned.”

I didn’t doubt that.

After Dr. Jones was killed, they found evidence linking him to nearly every crime scene in his house. The clothes that he wore. The gun that he used. Hell, even the dog that he took with him.

He sure was arrogant, but in the end, justice was served for those officers, their wives, and the children.

“That’s not a surprise. They’d had to do a lot of ass kissing to keep most of their clients. The only thing they had going for them was that they dominate the area. We’d have to drive to Dallas to find a doctor in our network,” I told them all.

Mercy made a sound of agreement. “Same here. We’re using Miller’s insurance, and they wouldn’t accept anyone else unless we wanted to pay nearly twice as much for out of network.”

I grimaced.

“Let’s change the subject to something better. Nikki doesn’t need this on her wedding day,” Blake yawned loudly.

I snickered.

“Tired, Blake?” I asked teasingly.

She rolled her head in my direction. “Yes. That man of mine doesn’t care that my hours aren’t the same as his. He only sees my ass in the air and wants to touch it. Then touching leads to other things. And then I’m out two hours of sleep. Sleep that I needed because his baby seems to think I’m a superhero, demanding all this energy, food, and drink.”

“You’re not having a boy. Boys are horrible,” Reese said, closing her eyes and smiling fondly at something only she could see.

“Boys aren’t horrible. But, I do feel fine,” Lennox said.

We all rolled our eyes. Lennox thought that everything was ‘fine.’

She loved being pregnant…most likely because her first pregnancy was a breeze, despite the complications from when she was hurt by a deranged woman.

She just had no clue how bad a pregnancy could be because she was always floating on cloud nine with the unicorns, her glowing skin, and ample energy.

She was still in the ‘I have a positive pregnancy test’ stage. The stage where she was floating on air, and loved to put on pregnancy clothes.

Clothes she didn’t need yet.

“Hey, what color are you doing?” The man between my legs asked.

“Purple and pink,” I said. “Alternating.”

He rolled his eyes.

Pietro was used to my quirks.

I’d been seeing him every two weeks for a year now.

He knew all about Michael. Knew all about my family. Knew about my love of color. My job. The new home Michael and I were building.

A home that should be done very, very soon, in fact.

“Why do you always get the muscled guy who has good hands?” Georgia asked, narrowing her eyes.

I shrugged. “I found him first.”

“Ladies, ladies. No need to fight over me. I’m just loyal to my girl here,” he teased.

“Nikki delivered his baby. That’s why he loves her so much,” Georgia informed the rest of the ladies.

I did. He was my second baby.

Him and his wife, Trudy, had been contemplating a home birth over a hospital birth for over six months before they’d finally decided to call my mentor, Annalise, in for an evaluation.

And three months later, I’d delivered my second child ever as a midwife with Pietro at my side.

Twenty minutes later, I was done and heading to get my hair and makeup done when I was called by our contractor.

“You’re officially done!” Alex crowed.

I screamed. “Yes!”

We weren’t sure if it’d be done in time, seeing as I’d been so nitpicky about everything.

I’d had to choose the tile, the paint, the stain for the wood floors in the kitchen, cabinets, counter tops.

I’d wanted to be a huge part of everything, and I was.