Rowe’s dark gaze flickered down to my stomach and back to my face, his brows raised as if in question, and he looked so damned innocent, like a freaking puppy dog, despite what he’d just done that any resolve I’d had before crumbled like a damn cookie. “Oh, fine!” I sighed, exasperated. “You want a baby? Okay then, Muscles. We’ll have a baby! But you’re helping with all of it… capiche?”
I love them 🖤
