I hear, “What the fuck?” as soon as I hit the back door.
Oh no.
I was too slow.
Blame it on the pregnancy waddle.
Lola rushed over to me when she saw Cohen going inside to check on Georgia. She’d spotted Archer following her into the house with a pissed-off and determined look on his face, and she was positive they were about to argue.
Arguing that, knowing them, would lead to screaming.
I didn’t say anything to Cohen because fistfights at your gender reveal party were so 2019, but Archer’s anger had been pinned to Georgia, his nostrils flaring as she flirted with Lincoln earlier.
Georgia’s secretive self still won’t tell me what happened between them.
I turn down the hall to find Cohen standing in the doorway of Noah’s bedroom with clenched fists. I peek around him into the room. Archer looks as if he’s geared to block a punch to the face, and Georgia’s eyes are as big as her mouth.
“She’s my fucking sister,” Cohen screams.
I grab his arm. “Nuh-uh. This isn’t happening right now.”
Make him think it’ll hurt my feelings.
My pregnant, emotional feelings.
“Oh, it’s happening,” Cohen snaps.
Archer holds up his hands. “I’m out of here. You can rip me a new asshole tomorrow.”
I take this opportunity to pull Cohen away. “Your very pregnant fiancée does not need the added stress of her fiancé fighting his best friend at their party.”
Cohen’s jaw works, and Archer’s eyes stay on him as he leaves Noah’s bedroom.
When I glance at Georgia, tears are in her eyes.
“Nope.” She sniffles. “Today is about you two. Any dramatic conversations about my life will wait until later.”
I snort.
Georgia isn’t going to tell us shit.
“You know what the hardest part of having a baby is?” I ask Cohen while sitting at the kitchen table, exhausted from the party.
He scratches his head. “Uh … having it?”
“Choosing a name.”
He levels his eyes on me. “That’s harder than pushing a tiny human out of your vagina?”
“You know what I mean. My list is fifty-seven names long. Be prepared for our child to have one long-ass name.” I gesture to my list in frustration but smile when my diamond ring glistens underneath the light.
I love it.
The halo diamond has a vintage look to it, and the pavé diamonds along the band add more sparkle to it. I can’t stop staring at it.
“If all else fails, we’ll use Noah’s idea,” he suggests.
“We are not naming her Pizza Roll Spider-Man Diva.”
“I think it’s catchy.” He massages my shoulders. “Put the list down. We have plenty of time before we need to choose a name. It’ll come when we least expect it.”
I frown. “Fine, but you’re on keep Jamie’s mind occupied duty then.”
“Oh, I know how to keep you very occupied.” He takes the seat next to me, and his tone turns serious. “Thank you for this.”
“For the list of names?”
“No, for changing my life and sticking through the troubles with me even when I was an asshole. I never expected someone to come into our lives, and even though you were shoved into a messy-as-fuck situation, you stayed. You accept my son as much as you accept me. You love him as much as you love me. You stirred out emotions inside my heart that I never thought I was capable of having. Hell, you’ve stirred yourself perfectly into this family and made us whole.” He clears his throat. “My engagement speech was something along those lines, but I didn’t exactly get the chance to spit my game.”
I rub my hand over his jaw before yawning. “I loved how it went down.” I crack a cocky smile. “Admit it, you knew our lives were going to change after Noah’s hospital visit.”
He nods. “I was scared as hell and kept telling myself to stay away from you.”
“Then you realized how amazing I am.”
“I did.”
“How sexy I am.” I scrape my finger along the slice of half-eaten cake in front of me, collecting frosting, and lick it off, swirling my tongue along the tip. “How good I am in bed.”
“Jesus,” Cohen groans and grabs his dick before shutting my notebook and putting it to the side. “You need to get some rest.”
I eye the erection forming underneath his jeans. “I actually need to get some dick.”
“Dear God, pregnancy has made you extremely addicted to sex with me.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Can’t say that I am.” He rubs my stomach. “We’ll have this one, and then we can keep practicing for another.”
“Wow, how many kids do you want running around here?”
“As many as my wife will have.”
“Can we wait on the wife thing until after I have the baby? Homegirl doesn’t want to miss out on champagne at her wedding.”
“We can wait for whenever you’re ready.”
He helps me up and guides me to our bedroom.
Yes, our bedroom.
Georgia and Grace are renting my townhouse, and I moved in with Cohen and Noah.
I grin when he shuts the door behind us and wrap my arms around his neck, my eyes meeting his. “I can’t believe we’re having a baby.” I hold out my left hand in the air, admiring the ring again. “And we’re engaged. How did we get here?”
He sits me down on the edge of the bed, and my arms rise. He pulls my dress over my head and tosses it to the side. This has become a regular thing for us—him helping me undress since it’s become harder for me to do with my belly.
“Well,” he says, brushing his lips against mine before helping me up the bed, “you became a pain in my ass while also making me a happier man.” He separates my thighs and splays his hand over my stomach, massaging my sensitive skin while staring at it in awe. “You made me fall in love with you, and now, I’m about to make you—my baby mama, the woman I love—my wife.”
I smirk, running my finger along the seam of his lips. “I am pretty talented, huh?”
“Gotta give credit where credit is due, though, babe. I made you fall in love with me too.” He dips his hand into my panties. “I also helped make this baby.”
I roll my eyes. “The guy always loves to take the credit for shooting his sperm inside the woman.”
He chuckles, and I raise my ass to help him drag my panties off.
“You did not make that sound romantic whatsoever.”
“I wasn’t trying to.”
He laughs, and instead of him slipping his finger inside me, I ask for his cock.
He gives it to me, and with each thrust, he lists the reasons he can’t wait for me to be his wife.
I’m amazing.
Beautiful.
Will look beautiful in a wedding dress.
Take cock so well.
He loves me.
I come, him doing the same minutes later.
As we catch our breaths, I glance over at him. “You know what one of my favorite things you do is?”
He raises a brow.
“It’s weird, but the first night I came here, when Noah was sick, you told me good night in this sexy, heart-swooning voice. I almost fell for you right then. As I came around more, you kept doing it—even when we were nothing, fighting sexual tension, or hell, even breaking each other’s hearts. Very rarely did you not give me a, ‘Good night, Jamie.’”
“Good night, Jamie,” he says in that rough, deep, but soft voice I love, and his lips meet mine. “I love you.”
“Swoon,” I sing out before snuggling into his side.
“I have no idea what that means, but I’ll take it.” He kisses the top of my head. “I love you.”
Cohen has stirred his way into my heart.
No drink is stronger than our love.
I can’t wait for us to mix marriage and children into the cocktail that is our life.
I hope you enjoyed Cohen and Jamie’s story! There’s so much more in the Twisted Fox series with other characters getting their own HEA. All books can be read as standalones. I’d love for you to join me for Archer and Georgia’s story, Shaken!