Something he absolutely loathed doing.

Today, though, I’d completely forgotten.

And I knew, like I’d known with Clayton, that he’d just knocked me up.

There was something about Michael and his damn bad intentions that made me lose my mind. Forget that I didn’t want to be pregnant.

But there Michael was with that ‘magic dick’ as my lovely friends liked to call it, and all my inhibitions flew out the window.

And with it went my ability to drink.

Shit.

***

Four hours later, with all my family and friends around me, I realized that maybe another kid wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Especially not with Georgia and Nico’s fourth baby in my arms.

“He’s just the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen!” I said, rubbing my nose along Heath’s head.

Heath was all of two weeks old, and the very definition of his father.

“You did good, big brother,” I said, smiling up at Nico.

Nico winked. “I know.”

“And so humble,” Georgia laughed.

“Nico, humble?” Downy asked after taking a sip of his beer.

The whole group laughed.

And I looked around at my extended family.

They were all there.

Luke and Reese with their three children.

Nico and Georgia with their four kids.

Downy and Memphis with their two children.

Miller and Mercy, with their three.

Foster and Blake with their two.

Bennett and Lennox with their two.

My sisters and their husbands and boyfriends.

The Chief and his wife.

My parents. Michael’s Parents.

Joslin and Dean.

Madden and his kiddos.

My husband and children.

Hannah and Wolf – although, that was a new thing.

They’d spoken on and off for the last few years, but with the way they were acting, looking at each other but not going near the other, I knew something had transpired.

I just didn’t know what, but I had a feeling that something would break soon.

And then they’d be just as happy as the rest of us.

And I was happy

Ecstatically so.

“Here you go, Mama,” Michael said, handing Clay over.

He took Heath from my arms and handed me my own little butterball, and I smiled as Michael gazed longingly into Heath’s little face.

For a man that hadn’t wanted any children, he sure was adamant about having more and more.

And as I looked around at all the children running and playing happily in the yard amongst their parents, I decided that just maybe another baby wouldn’t be a bad thing.

As long as I had Michael, I could totally get on board with another kid.

Because I loved him.

With my whole heart and soul, and I knew he’d always be there for me.

He was just that type of man.

A man that always had his woman’s back, no matter what it took.

That’s what true love was.

Coming Soon

Counter To My Intelligence

1-6-16

Prologue

Rules are meant to be broken…just not quite like that.

-Coffee Cup.

Sawyer

“Bristol, please let’s not do this!” I pleaded with my best friend.

Bristol looked over at me with a raised brow. “Finals are over. You don’t have volleyball practice for two months. It’s time to stop being such a hermit and just be a college freshman like the rest of us.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think this is going to be a good idea. I’m freaking out here, and I’m not even there. I don’t want to go.”

Bristol looked unimpressed.

“I’m going whether you want to or not. The decision is up to you,” she left that hanging in the air, and walked out of our shared dorm, closing the door quietly behind her.

“Shit,” I sighed.

I really didn’t want to go.

But it was more than apparent that Bristol did.

I wasn’t one for parties. I was more comfortable curled up with a good book rather than going to a party or hanging out with friends.

I loved Bristol with all my heart, and I knew she loved me right back.

We’d been friends for as long as I could remember, and I knew that she’d always be there for me. Even if I wanted to be left the hell alone.

Bristol had done her best to ‘get me out of my head’, as she liked to call it, but it would help if I actually wanted to be out of it.

Which I most certainly did not.

I was a very shy person.

Between her and Isaac, my boyfriend, I was doomed.

Something he proved in the next minute when a text showed up on my phone.

Going 2 the party w/ Brooklyn. You better be there.

Fuck!

I looked longingly over at the new book I picked up at the grocery store before I walked to my dresser and pulled out a pair of pants and a black spaghetti strap shirt.

It wasn’t the greatest, but it’d do.

I wasn’t there to impress. I was there because I was being forced.

***

“No, Isaac. I don’t want any,” I growled four hours later.

I’d already had a beer, and it was one more than I’d wanted.

I was a lightweight. After more than four, I wasn’t gonna wake up for a very, very long time.

Which was why I always stayed with one and one only.

Isaac, though, didn’t seem to care.

“Seriously, I don’t want one!” I said, shoving it away.

After this night was over, so were Isaac and me.

He’d tried to publicly grope me and have sex with me, something we hadn’t done before, and wouldn’t ever be doing.

He’d tried to get me to play beer pong, and when I wouldn’t, he played with a couple of other college coeds.

When I drank the first beer I’d had, he thought he’d won the lottery and kept trying to force feed me more.

“You’re such a fuckin’ downer. Get the fuck away from me,” Isaac slurred.

I wanted to nut punch him.

Repeatedly.

“Well, I think I’ll go home, then,” I hesitated. “Do you want me to give you a ride?”

His eyes narrowed and he took a look around.

The party had been a ‘bust,’ or so he’d said. I didn’t know if it had or not.

Seemed there’d been a lot of people there for me, but they’d slowly drifted out of the main room until there were about fifteen of us left.

“Yeah, I’ll go home. Let me go get one more drink.”

I wanted to tell him no, but I knew that that was probably the only way I was going to get out of here.

We were in his truck, after all.

“I’ll go get Bristol,” I said, wandering away from him.

I found Bristol in the kitchen doing things that I didn’t think were possible.

Mainly those ‘things’ being drinking upside down with a tube shoved down her throat while a few of the football players yelled, ‘chug’ over and over. She even managed to look good doing it, too.

“Uh, Bristol?” I called worriedly. “It’s time to get going, are you ready?”

The football players looked up at me, curiosity in their eyes.

They’d been doing that all night and I had no clue why.

I wasn’t anything special, but they were staring at me like I was the biggest piece of juicy steak they’d ever seen.

“Bristol?” I called again.

The closest football player finally lowered Bristol’s legs, and she hit the floor with a spewing laugh.

Beer covered her from head to toe.

“I think it’s time to go,” I said softly.

Bristol nodded, so glassy eyed that I thought for sure she was going to fall over any second.

With the help of the football players, I loaded a very boisterous Bristol, and a very touchy Isaac into his big three quarter ton truck.

Isaac’s truck wasn’t my favorite thing to drive on the best of days, but it being night and slightly rainy, I knew it wouldn’t be fun at all.

Regardless of my apprehension, I got into the driver’s seat, pulled the seat up so I could reach the pedals and the steering wheel, and started it up.

“Remember, it pulls to the left,” Isaac slurred, leaning over the console to run his mouth along my neck.