Best birthday ever. I don’t realize I’ve said the words out loud until Klay says, “You haven’t even gotten your present yet.” I’m pretty sure I have, because I’m in bed with the two most incredible people in the world, so I scoff. “Yes, I have.” “No,” Wendy says, licking into my mouth for a kiss, then pulling away just enough to lock me in her sights. “I stopped taking my birth control, Ruger.” She works her hips faster, faster, Klay bucking into her from above, his face contorted with desperation. “You’re going to breed me. You’re going to be the father of our child.”
