Read Fighter Daddy: A Bad Boy Secret Baby MMA Sports Romance Online
Authors: Marci Fawn
Raina
M
y friends go
through phases when they hear I'm dating Lee Mason.
At some point, it's so predictable it starts to get weird.
The first is
Omg, Lee Mason, are you kidding me, do you remember what he was like in high school
?
After I assure them my memory is as good as always, they Google him, as you do. Then comes the
Oh, that's why,
phase when they've taken a good hard look at Lee's promo posters.
There are quite a few these days. His match against Sam Unbroken made him a star overnight. He was popular before, but now random people recognize him on the street. Lee
hates
it and it amuses me. I have to squeeze his hand not to let him throw a guy into a shop window for telling him MMA is as fake as wrestling.
I've learned to tell the moment when smoke starts to rise from his ears. Usually it helps if I show more cleavage, then Lee chuckles and finds a place for us somewhere out of sight. My growing belly doesn't bother or discourage him in any way. If anything, he's more attracted to me then ever before and I for sure am hornier than ever.
The
Oh, that's why,
phase is really judgmental, but it
has
a small point, I suppose. It isn't his body alone that I love, but it is fucking incredible. With more matches, Lee needs to train even harder, but he loves it almost as much as he loves me. He's not the type to say it much, but I read it between the lines.
Everything he does is so brutally honest, after all. The way he fucks me, or the way he starts growling when another guy checks me out at a bar. We don't go to bars much these days, but every now and then Lee needs to make an appearance and I tag along, drinking ice tea.
Before the belly started to properly show, I caught a few looks. Considerably fewer guys wanted to bother me when my boyfriend pulled himself up to his full height and gave them the look that makes fighters run from him in a cage.
Very few people ever get to the last phase, which is mostly all for me. Susan understands, I think. It was a bit of a surprise for her when she found out we were dating, and we certainly didn't tell her when it really began. But she approves. I think that after everything that happened, she's glad that I have a man who can protect me.
No, the last phase is a secret one, too intimate to share with the rest of the world. They see the Lee Mason he chooses to show to the world. Very in-your-face, quick to anger, stubborn like nobody else.
That is not the man that lays me down on our bed every night to learn about baby stuff in secrecy. Oh, he's still there, all right. The fire burns and rages in his eyes as he takes me with the same relentless passion he has always had for me. There is no sign Lee's growing tired of me. If anything, he wants me more now that I'm totally his.
The wound no longer concerns us much. I keep an eye on it, but Lee has a way to make me throw caution to the wind. Night after night, I keep thinking we'd try it nice and slow, but then we end up knocking the bed against the wall again. There's an actual dent there. We can't help it.
Lee pulls my hair, holding my hands above my head as he thrusts into me, careful not to hurt me. I spread my legs around him, drawing his huge cock deeper inside me, urging him to go faster. I fight him, I always fight him, and he loves it.
Of course I always lose, but it doesn't matter. I want to lose myself to him. He presses me down onto the sheets, making every nerve in my body sing, hitting the spot with each delicious thrust.
I scream his name loudly, begging him to take me, to never stop and he gives me everything that I want. We don't fuck; it's something deeper than that. Lee destroys me every time, taking me apart and putting me back together, then leaving me powerless and spent in his arms.
I think our neighbors would complain about the level of noise if they could muster the balls to come whining about it to Lee. It's amazing how easy he makes some things, and as for the noise, I couldn't care less. Some of Lee's uncaring attitude is contagious, it seems, although I don't take it as far as he does.
Let them hear. After years of worrying about what other people think, I'm okay with enjoying myself. I'm free at last.
T
here were only
two ways it could go with our first child.
I say first, because Lee made no secret of wanting more. He wants me, all of me and all the time. Even after I turned huge, Lee never stopped desiring me. I'm honestly surprised getting pregnant for the second time took me so long.
He doesn't strike anyone as the fatherly type, but that's the big secret. Guys like him act all tough, but that's because they know the true value of what they have and are willing to fight for it. For Lee, me and our child are the world and everything else takes a distant second place.
During the last weeks of my pregnancy, I kept fighting down the urge to ask the doctor if I was having a boy or a girl. In that way, at least, I would have been able to prepare. Lee, while full of surprises, is a walking-talking cliché when it comes to being a Dad. I knew that if I had a boy, he'd start training the poor brat as soon after he learned to walk. And if I was carrying a girl, Lee would spoil his baby daughter utterly and become one of those fathers who send the kid off to her prom with a shotgun.
I didn't give in to the temptation and curiosity. Me and Lee had agreed that we would find out together, when the child was born. And even those images didn't shake my complete and utter joy during all the pain and the sleeplessness that they rarely mention in relation to the miracle of birth.
In the end, I was only aware of one thing and that was Lee's hand in mine. And then finally a baby in my lap.
As I watch Lee chase Philip around the yard, I can't help but sigh happily. Our son is three years old now and I'm close to looking like a hippo again. Lee says I'm gorgeous and Philip with all the honesty of a child points out I'm huge. I believe them both.
The second pregnancy seems easier, though. For one, I don't have to go through the first month alone, afraid for my life. Not only have the dark clouds in my life been banished, but it seems that fate is trying to make up for my suffering. There isn't a whiff of sadness around me.
Something's going on. Lee has caught Philip and they seem to be seriously discussing an important matter. I only raise an eyebrow when Lee steps back and performs a maneuver I'm sure could knock the teeth out of a guys mouth.
"Lee," I call tiredly, smiling despite myself. "Don't you think it's a bit early to teach our son the roundhouse kick?"
"He asked how to defend himself," my husband justifies himself.
"Yes," I agree. "But he's three. First of all he doesn't get into trouble.
And he won't
. And secondly I'm pretty sure boys his age usually just slap each other until they grow bored of it."
I hear Lee laugh. He picks up Philip and comes over to where I'm sitting on a porch. The house is in a nice, quiet suburb and I really love it here. Lee has kept his apartment in the city for when we need to stay there after matches and such, but this is where we live now. And trust me, Lee made quite a racket over a minivan damaging his reputation as a tough guy. After I told him he'll always be the guy who beat Sam Unbroken, he chuckled and said I was the best. He does that a lot more as time goes by.
You wouldn't believe it, but I think I did it. Not the way I imagined it, but close enough. Lee's still not a good buy, per se, but he's only bad in the ring and when he needs to deal with the mob. So, um. Yeah. He's alright, I guess? The thought makes me laugh. Lee is still Lee, will always be, but he's mine and that is all that matters.
Lee sits down next to me with our son in his arms, letting Philip pull at his dog tags. He gives me that very specific look that sends shivers down my spine. I wink at him, all over-the-top and unsubtle and he laughs so hard I'm afraid he'll drop Philip.
Only he won't. Lee has never allowed our son to get hurt, despite throwing Philip high in the air ever since his neck started supporting it. He is always there to catch our son and I know he'll do the same for the child that is about to join our family.
"A roundhouse is a very important move to master," Lee goes on as if there really is a discussion, but I love our banter.
"I really think he should learn how to touch his toes first," I suggest, grinning.
"He can totally do that," Lee says, beaming, the fatherly pride flaring up like a light inside him. "Come on, Philip, show Mommy."
As he puts our son down and encourages him to try and touch his toes, setting an example himself, I watch them, feeling more content than ever before in my life. There is a smile on my lips these days that never seems to leave.
Only as Philip runs away, trying to escape his father's clutches, I sigh. I pat my growing belly. This time, we decided to learn the sex of the baby beforehand so we could prepare a room. With one child already, I won't have the time and energy to do it afterward, although Lee helps however he can. Mostly by pulling in millions and winning fights. You know, the usual.
I watch my boys play, amused, sliding my hand slowly over my belly, whispering in my mind:
I'm glad you're a girl. I would be horribly outmatched otherwise.
T
hank
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