I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC, #3)

by C.M. Stunich

“Please don’t die on me,” I whisper at him, my voice far stronger than I expected. “You are not allowed to get me pregnant and then die; that’s fucked-up.”

“I hope your balls rot off and your dick gets infested with maggots,”

“If the baby isn’t mine,” he starts, and my heart stutters strangely in my chest. Not only do I not want a baby period, but I also don’t like the way he’s talking, as if this is it, as if our chances of being together rest on some stupid fucking DNA test. “Then I want a baby of my own next. That’s my ask.”

“Three people. Nobody else. They back out of this, or they don’t like my terms, and they’re done—permanently.”

Our souls and hearts and personalities resonate. Our humanity resonates.

“Sorry, Nellie, but you can tell the girls that it was over a long, long time ago. It’s Gidget for me.” He looks up at me with this forlorn, almost sad sort of expression on his face. “It’s always been Gidget.”

“All of it. Take it all. Because the only time I like who I am, is when I’m with you.”

“I love you, Gidge.” He puts his mouth near the side of my neck and whispers against my throat. “And I’ll keep loving you even if it kills me.”

“You were trompin’ around like a hound dog in a forest of dry kindlin’.”

“You should be mine and mine alone. I’ll regret the mistakes I made that night for the rest of my life.”