“Get your ass in here,” Darby says from the bathroom as I’m playing on the floor with her kid.

Jackson is cuter than most kids and nicer than his mother ever has been. There’s a sweetness to him that I’ve rarely experienced with Darby, but I love her just the same. I’m halfway standing when I freeze, realizing what I just thought.

Do I love Darby? Our relationship, although it’s been going on for months, is a mystery. We still haven’t officially called each other boyfriend and girlfriend. We’re friends above everything else, but we fuck like beasts, and she still loves my giant dick.

“You okay, Chaz?” Jackson asks, pulling on my pant leg and looking up at me with the biggest brown puppy-dog eyes.

I pat his head, messing up his blond hair. “I’m fine, kid. Keep my spot while I talk to your ma.”

“You want my sword?” He grabs the plastic toy off the floor and lifts it in the air. “She doesn’t sound happy with you.”

I laugh and wave his gift away. “She’s happy.” I glance toward the bathroom and know I’m lying. I know every single one of Darby’s tones, and the one she used when she said get your ass in here wasn’t pleasant. Something’s wrong, and I don’t have a clue what I did wrong this time.

“I tried,” Jackson said, tossing the sword on the floor and picking up one of his green army men that we were lining up for a horrific battle.

“Be right back,” I say, walking down the hallway more slowly than usual until I make it to the entrance to the bathroom. “Yes?”

Her hands come through the doorway, grab me around the collar, and she hauls my ass inside the tiny room. The door slams behind me, and I jump, suddenly wishing I’d brought the tiny plastic sword with me, after all.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, untangling her fingers from my shirt.

She glances down to the counter with her arms crossed, tapping her foot like she’s listening to a fast-paced heavy metal song. “Look,” she says.

I glance down, not seeing what the problem is. Everything looks to be in place, just as it always is at Darby’s place. I shrug and look around the bathroom, trying to see what the hell she’s talking about.

“The stick,” she groans, yanking on her hair.

“A stick in a bathroom?” I ask, completely clueless.

She grabs my cheeks, forcing my eyes to the edge of the sink where a little white and pink stick sits near the edge. My entire world stops. Two blue lines have my heart racing and my breathing ragged.

“You’re…” I stumble backward, knocking into the door.

She has her hands on her hips, looking completely pissed off like this is all my fault. “Uh, yeah.”

I swallow down the anxiety attack that’s quickly starting to take hold of my system. “But how?”

“You do know how these things work, right?” She’s glaring at me.

I place my hands on the wall, trying to breathe through my nose so I don’t pass out as everything starts to spin. “You said you couldn’t get pregnant.”

“I guess I was wrong, or the doctors were, at least.”

“Wait a second,” I say, bending at the waist and letting the knowledge that Darby is carrying my baby become real.

My baby.

“How could you knock me up?”

I glance up, and she’s dead serious. Like I’m the only one who was in bed the dozens of times we’ve banged over the last few months. “I didn’t do anything to you.”

She was the one who was sucking on my cock when I woke up. Whatever happened the night before after we left the strip club still hasn’t come back to me, but Darby sucking me off the morning after is clear as fucking glass.

“You did.”

“My monster cock must be magical.”

“Fuck,” she mutters, looking up at the ceiling and tensing. “What do you want to do?”

“Do?”

She slowly brings her eyes to mine, not amused in the slightest by my response. “Do you want to be in the baby’s life?”

I’m rocked backward by her words. “It’s my fuckin’ kid, right?”

I didn’t think people really had these conversations. I thought it was made-up bullshit on the latest and greatest trash television talk shows.

“Yeah. Who else have I been fuckin’?”

I point at her stomach, ready to stake my claim. “I don’t know, but if that’s my baby, then hell yeah, I want to be in his life—and yours.”

Tears start to stream down her cheeks, and she quickly covers her face. “I can’t believe I’m having a baby.”

“We’re having a baby,” I correct her and take a step closer.

It sounds so weird coming out of my mouth. She’s had a few more minutes than me to digest this information. I didn’t even have a clue that she thought she might be pregnant. This came out of left field, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was more than a little excited at the thought of becoming a father.

I wrap an arm around her, placing my hand on her stomach and smile. “I want this baby, Darby. I don’t care if we didn’t plan it. This happened for a reason.”

She looks up at me with her eyes still full of tears and sniffles, but a slow smile spreads across her face. “Do you really believe that?”

“Baby, if you’re pregnant, I’m pregnant.”

She snickers and sniffles. “You’re still an idiot.”

“But, hey.” I place my fingers under her chin and tip her head back. “My monster cock got up there and knocked your ass up pretty damn good.”

“Damn it,” she groans. “Is this really happening?”

I wipe the tears from her cheeks, replacing them with kisses. “It is. Just think, now you can call me daddy.” I waggle my eyebrows, which earns me a punch to the gut.

“You’re really a sick bastard,” she mutters and nuzzles against my chest.

“You know what will make it all better?”

“What?”

“Anal,” I say quickly, and she almost knees me in the balls, but I grab her leg before it connects. “Hey. Don’t break my magic monster cock, baby.”

“Oh my God. We have to tell Jackson,” she says, tightening her arms around me.

“He’ll be okay, Darb. He’s my buddy.”

“Maybe. I don’t want him to think he isn’t important.”

“Don’t think that. We’ll show him how much we love him.”

She peers up at me, and the tears start flowing again. “You love him?”

“I love him just as much as his mama,” I tell her and mean every word of it.

I cradle her face in my hands and bring my mouth down on hers as she murmurs that she loves me too. I never really knew true happiness until this moment. From the first morning I woke up with Darby on my cock until right now, I’ve slowly been falling in love with the woman. Knowing that she’s carrying my baby inside of her is the icing on the cake. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her happy—and our kids too.