Off Her Rockers (Loving All Wrong #3.5) (43 page)

What an idiot I’d been. Chasing after a prince when I already had a king. I’d already won and didn’t even realize it, playing a game for a prize that already had my name on it.

“Xavi…” What did I say? I’ve never regretted anything at all that I’d ever done with Davian while with Xavier until now. I wished I could take it all back. All the lies, the cheating, the betrayal. If only I knew then what I knew now. That
the one
was Xavier and not Davian, I would’ve never wasted so much time chasing the wind.

No, there was nothing to say. I’d said enough. And they had all been lies. It was his time to speak. His time to bring light and goodness into this relationship. Because all I ever contributed was pain and heartache and darkness.

Curling one arm around my waist, he told my stomach, “Still yours. Whenever you’re ready for it. Yours.” Then his shoulders shook some with a silent chuckle. “Just never thought
I’d
be the one signing a pre-nup.”

I yanked on his ear. “Oh, shut up.”

“Pull my ear again and I’ll fart.”

“Ew,” I scorned, making a face, and automatically pulled on his ear again.

He farted.

“
Ewwwwwww
!” I scrunched my face up and punched him on his shoulder. “We aren’t married yet and already you’re farting on me? Not looking forward to the future anymore.”

Unrepentant, he just grinned. “Chino, you fart in your sleep.”

Embarrassment burned my cheeks. “I do not!”

He turned his face up to me. “Yeah, babe, you do.
A lot.
”

“No—I don’t—I didn’t—I-I,” I stuttered, my mortification such a palpable thing I could kick it like a ball. “
I do not
!”

His amusement at my misery was uncontained. “Careful, you’ll wake Jacob, pretty sleep-farter. Your lap is mine tonight.”

I smiled down at him, tracing the shell of his ear, feeling happier than I’d ever been. “Tell me about our life on the plantation. What it will be like. How many kids we’ll have.”

As if loving the sound of this, he closed his eyes, a contented sigh flowing from him. Then he tightened his arms around me and
showed
me. With soft, whispered, blissful words, he showed me what our future was going to be.

He talked until he yawned and yawned some more. But I wasn’t sleepy, I was pumped up, his love mixed with a heady adrenaline coursing through my veins, ready to start our future.

Right now. As ludicrous as that sounded.

He talked…

He yawned…

He fell asleep…

But I
dreamed
.

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S. Ann Cole is a passionate writer and reader, and a lover of anything that distracts her from the real world.  Reader first and second a writer, S. Ann Cole is an exaggerator, a laugher, sometimes overly chatty, sometimes overly shy. She’s afraid of cats, dogs, snakes—heck, she’s only tolerable to gold fishes in a tank. Because if they
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