Written with Regret (Regret #1)

by Aly Martinez

I was ninety-percent sure the hospital staff thought Ian and I were a gay couple adopting our first child.

Like a good little husband, Ian whipped out a pen, settled in the only chair in the room, and got busy on the paperwork. He knew everything about me anyway, right down to my social security number and mother’s maiden name.

And the first time she’d said “I love you, Daddy,” I’d frozen, my chest so tight that I thought there was a solid chance I was having a heart attack. Once I’d felt comfortable that I didn’t need to call an ambulance, I’d immediately gone to the bathroom, gotten in the shower, and fought back manly fucking tears in private.

But I didn’t care how old she got. If she wanted to crawl into my lap and eat her birthday donut every year for the rest of my life, I’d sit there, smiling like a maniac in an ugly banana tie, eating one with her.

Oh, sweet baby Jesus, a chuckle had to be good news. No one chuckled right before ruining another person’s hopes and dreams, no matter how funny a crochety old man may be.

I had a daughter; women crying were my kryptonite. Or that’s what I told myself as I shoved a hand into my pocket to keep from reaching out to her. “She seems to be pretty fond of you too.”

“Why don’t you sit down, babe. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Okay, first of all, I need Jacob’s last name because toddler Rico Suave and I are going to have a long talk.”

LOL

Her mouth fell open, but her skeptical gaze jumped back to mine. “That’s it? That’s our talk? We did something epically stupid. Now, let’s burn through that last condom?”

“But inside this room, I want to fuck you. I want to make you come on my fingers and on my mouth. I want your ass in the air when I take you from behind, and I want all of your hair fanned out over my stomach when you take my cock to the back of your throat.” I added a second finger and flicked my tongue over her lips. “And that’s all I’m thinking about right now.”