The Pucking Wrong Date (Pucking Wrong, #3)

by C.R. Jane

“Walker, I owe you my first born child,” Monroe said

Ari scoffed. “You are not in the ‘circle of trust.” “I will be,” Camden said with a grin.

“I’m the only one who’s allowed to stalk you.”

Seeing another man touch you, angel. It makes me feral.

“That’s going to be your last name soon, so I suggest you get used to wearing it, angel. Get used to having it on

I’m not sure you’re even real. I worry sometimes that I’ll wake up and you’ll be just a figment of my darkest dreams.”

Fucked to death indeed.

“I’m acting like a man who literally has found the most perfect angel face sweetheart in the whole world, and I’m not about to let anyone take her.”

“Our little Shmoopy,” he sighed, stroking a hand over my flat stomach.

"I'm yours," I murmured and he growled in pleasure. "And you're mine," I continued. "All of me. Forever," he said, and then he put his hands over my stomach. "And this baby is ours."

If a person could have died from happiness, it would've happened to me then. But it was a good thing that it didn’t, because for the first time…I wanted to live.

“Only a person without a mother could understand how much a child needs one. Only a person who’s been broken can fully understand how to make someone whole. Only a person who has been without love can understand why it’s so necessary. Only a person who’s had to fight for their life could understand how precious it is. Our baby is going to have the most perfect mother in the world because you know all of those things, and you’re going to give our baby everything you didn’t have.”

I’m the one that’s sorry. Because clearly I’ve been doing a shitty job of showing just how much I love you. You're not a burden, you're my everything. Everything,” I repeated fiercely. “I breathe for you. I covet you. I spend every second of every day thinking about you. A burden?” I scoffed. “The way I love you goes beyond any love story you’ve ever heard. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you. I burn for you, in the way that only someone can when you’re holding a piece of their soul.”

Walker was always there though, waking me up and reminding me that I’d never be alone again, because he owned me body and soul.