A/N Happy 30th Anniversary to The Breakfast Club! Hey, it's all I got since there's no football right now. Although we have the combine starting this week! And yes, my obsessed self does watch the combine. It's how I pick out future NFL hotties (what up Jimmy Garapolo?) and some potential rookies for fantasy and for my team to draft if they listened to me. They don't, but I dare to dream.

And going back to The Breakfast Club, 30 years? Man, I feel old. Not that I was allowed to see it when it first came out, but I know I've seen it a billion times since. It's one of those movies I'll always watch when I run across it on TV, regardless of the fact that I have it on DVD and could watch sans commercials and editing if I wanted. Doesn't matter. I always watch. I think I will watch it today since there's no football to keep me occupied.

I loved the responses to last week's chapter! I gave out a lot of virtual hugs for my fellow criers :) I'm glad you all enjoyed a look at the softer side of the NFL. There's way more of players doing things like that than doing the bad things, but that's not fun for the media to talk about, you know? Anyway, it was fun to show that and yes, we will see Danny again!

I have my first ever sinusitis or sinus infection or whatever. For now, it's not causing a headache, I just look like I've been punched in the face a few times. I'm quite hot, really. haha I tell you this only because if it does turn into a headache causer, I might not be able to write for a few days. It shouldn't effect next week's posting, I'm fine there, but it could mess with a future week. Hopefully not, just a potential stumbling block. I can write when I look like a failed boxer, but not when the head hurts.

I think the 99 cent sale is continuing at TWCS today. I bought 15 books to read yesterday! Quite excited. That'll keep me occupied at least.

I hope you all have a wonderful week ahead! Mine will improve when I can breathe again, and when I see weigh-ins for the combine. Hopefully. Somehow I miss it every year. Not cool. Wish me luck on shirtless ogling! I'll wish you the same, even if you don't watch the combine! See you next week!

Getting Blitzed Chapter 23

It had been a long month. The instant the clock had struck zero on our loss to Indy, I'd hurried my ass into the locker room, through the usual bullshit press conference, home to pick up luggage and Rainbow, and straight onto the plane. The only thing that kept me from dwelling on yet another loss was the fact that I was getting married in two days to my Reed Girl.

Never in a million years had I imagined that we'd be four and five. I wasn't a fool; I knew my rookie year wouldn't be a cake walk, but fuck. A losing record? Fuck that noise. I was going to come back from the break and kick all sorts of ass, no matter what. We had three big divisional games coming up, and even though the Cowboys and Eagles were virtually uncatchable and the playoffs were a no-go at this point, I didn't care. We were going to at least finish the season nine and seven. Anything less would be unacceptable.

The plane landed, and I shook off my funk. I wasn't going to think about football until a week from Monday, when I had to return to New Jersey. This week was all about Reed Girl and finally making her mine officially. We'd survived the wedding-planning process with pretty remarkable ease. That was thanks to my mother and the new gray hairs she claimed she sported as a result of stressing on our behalf, but who the fuck cared? I'd pay for her salon visits for the rest of my life if I had to. It wasn't like she didn't already dye that shit anyway. She'd taken more than one picture of my hair to the hairdresser over the years. I couldn't blame her, though. I did have an excellent head of hair.

"Okay, Rainbow. It's time to get off the plane."

Of course she looked at me like I was fucking nuts. She was seated on her own pillow, nestled against the cushy leather seat. She'd legit been served her food on a silver platter. Flying on a private plane was a whole different ballgame from flying commercial. She loved that shit. I'd probably have to spring for a private plane whenever we had to travel with her from now on. She'd expect first class all the way.

The plane had been a wedding present from the team. They were letting me use it to fly down and back home again. Yeah, nobody said being a starting quarterback in the NFL was a bad job.

Reed Girl and I had debated the Rainbow situation ad nauseum. We agreed that the idea of putting her in the wedding wouldn't fly. I'd kind of wanted her to be our ring bearer; however, Rainbow could not be trusted to walk down an aisle, especially on the beach, without stopping to take a shit or creating some kind of havoc. And she sure as shit wouldn't sit and behave like a dog would. She'd come at me as soon as I stepped into sight. But we wanted her with us. She was a huge part of our relationship, and we both felt like she should be nearby. She was going to be at my parents' house for the night. We'd pick her up and take her back to Tally with us the next morning. She'd be pissed, probably, but she couldn't be trusted with anything as sacred as a wedding. At least, that's what Mom said.

I finally coaxed Rainbow into my arms, and we followed the pilot down the stairs, where Reed Girl waited. This private plane shit was awesome. We just went straight from the plane to the car with none of the bullshit security in-between. I was seriously going to save up some money to get my own plane . First class all the way, baby.

Reed Girl was practically bouncing with excitement as I walked toward her. She threw her arms around me and Rainbow, giving me a giant kiss.

"Edward! It's so good to finally have you here."

I knew what she meant. Time had both flown and crawled. My days were busy as shit, but the nights were pretty damn lonely without her, even though we spent most evenings together on Skype or FaceTime. It just wasn't the same when I couldn't touch her.

She released me and took Rainbow. I grabbed the bags from the pilot and took them to the car.

"You remembered your tux, right?"

I had to laugh at that. I'd gotten reminded multiple times every day from my mother, plus a few mentions from Reed Girl herself.

"That's the one thing I had to do. I think I can manage, baby." Just to make sure to drive the point home, I showed her my suit bag.

"Okay, good."

I loaded my shit in the car and took the keys Reed Girl offered me. "I can't wait to get my hands on you. Let's go home so I can."

I totally would have fucked her in the car, or better yet, taken her back on the plane and done her on the cushy bed or even the leather seats, but we had Rainbow in tow and nowhere to leave her that she wouldn't do some damage if she got pissed.

She giggled. "Yeah, we better hurry. I can't guarantee that we won't have some well-meaning visitors tonight."

Fuck that noise. I got Reed Girl and Rainbow settled in the car before whipping out my phone and sending a group text.

I swear that if any of you fuckers even thinks about calling or coming by tonight, I'll end you. We'll see you tomorrow. Not before, and damn well not after the wedding.

I handed my phone to Reed Girl after I got into the car and started it up. She choked out a laugh as she read what I'd sent.

"Don't you think that's a little rude?"

I shook my head. "Fuck no. It's been three weeks since I've seen you. They see you daily. I'm grateful that they're for you, but not tonight. Tonight you're mine."

She linked her fingers with mine. "I'm always yours." Damn right she was. "But I get it. They'll stay away."

Yes, they would. If threats didn't work, I'd bribe their asses. I knew Shorty could be bought. Jasper was easy. I could promise him a guy weekend or some other bullshit like that. Emmett, too, for that matter. I'd probably want some once the baby came along. Blondie would get it and leave our asses alone without a bribe.

It was great to be home. Reed Girl was next to me, loving on Rainbow and smiling away, and all was right in the world.

She giggled. "Alice says that they'll leave us alone tonight, but tomorrow all bets are off."

What the fuck ever. "I don't want to hear one word about us not spending the night together. The hair and makeup and girly shit can't be done until the day of the wedding, so there's no reason not to spend that night with each other. And that bad luck shit doesn't apply. I go enough days without seeing you."

Reed Girl squeezed my hand. "Nobody is going to make us spend the night apart. I won't let them."

Damn right. And my girl was fierce when she wanted to be, especially now when she had all those weird hormones inside her. I knew I didn't want to piss her off.

My girl laughed again. "Rose says she has no interest in seeing your asshole self anyway."

I snickered at that.

"Jasper says he misses you but he understands."

Jasper was so fucking weird. But at least he wasn't going to bother us.

"Your brother says he'd tell you to fasten the condom properly, but clearly there's no point in that."

Asshat. "Whatever. He probably has twenty kids around the state; he just doesn't know it yet."

Reed Girl rolled her eyes. "No comment, Romeo." She tried to tug her hand from mine, but I held fast.

Oops, that one struck a little too close to home. And the last thing I wanted her thinking of was me with other girls, not when I was finally about to bury myself inside her again. I raised her hand to my lips and kissed her ring finger.

"I haven't thought of another girl since you smacked into me on my field two years ago, baby. Every girl before you meant nothing to me. Maybe that makes me a dick, but it's true. You're the only girl for me. The only one who I want to have my baby and to share my life with. There will never be anyone else. You're my everything."

I pulled into a parking space and turned to look at my Reed Girl. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks were flushed, and she appeared to be breathing heavily.

"Reed Girl? Are you okay?" Fuck, was something wrong with the baby?

She nodded before jerking her seat belt off. What the fuck was going on? Was she pissed off?

"Look, I'm sorry if-"

"Edward, shut up and get upstairs before I rip both our clothes off and attack you right here in the parking lot."

Well, fuck me, I didn't need to be told twice. I was up and out of the car in record time. Reed Girl giggled as I left all the bags behind and steered her toward the stairs. Rainbow yelled about the abrupt movement, but I didn't give a fuck.

The instant we were inside the apartment, Reed Girl set her down, and she went off to reacquaint herself with her surroundings. I didn't see where she took off to because all I could see was my girl.

"Baby, did you-" was all I got out before she whipped off her shirt and out came her fantastic fucking breasts. They were definitely bigger. I went to grab them as she pushed me against the wall and started kissing me frantically.

Yes, apparently she'd meant what she said. She was tugging at both my shirt and my zipper, like she wasn't sure where to start. I broke our kiss and yanked off my shirt, throwing it across the room.

Reed Girl moaned and ran her hands over my chest. "So sexy. You can't even know."

But I did know, because she was fucking gorgeous. Her skin was soft as silk and her tits were magnificent. I unhooked her bra and got my fill of those babies, squeezing and flicking her nipples with my thumbs.

Her hands moved back down to my pants, and she reached inside, stroking me and making my eyes cross. Holy fuck. I didn't know if her desperation was due to hormones, our separation, our upcoming wedding, or a combination of the three, but it was fucking awesome.

I took my hands off her tits long enough to undo her pants. She stepped back, kicked off her shoes, and shed her jeans and underwear, standing in front of me totally naked. She was sexier than ever. The tits I couldn't get enough of, some new curves. She was fuller, somehow, and not in a bad way. There was no sign of the baby yet, but she was changing. And she was sexy as hell.

"You're so beautiful, baby. Sexy."

She bit her lip and reached for my jeans. I kicked off my shoes and helped her free me. I was hard as fuck, aching and ready for her. I reached toward her pussy, wanting to get her as worked up as I was, but she shook her head.

"Now, Edward. I want you to fuck me right now."

Hottest words ever. I started to steer her toward the bedroom, but she resisted.

"Right here. Right now."

I wasn't about to argue with her. If she wanted to be fucked against the living room wall, so be it. I lifted her and pressed her back against the wall, making sure I had a decent grip before I drove into her. We both gasped at the way it felt when I slid home.

Her beautiful eyes met mine as she wrapped her legs around my waist. "I missed you."

I smiled. "You sure know how to show me, baby. But I missed you, too."

"Show me," she ordered, arching against me.

So I did. I started with slow strokes, but neither of us had much patience for that. She tightened her hold on me and demanded more, so I pounded into her with all I had. It wasn't long before we were both gasping and sweaty. I came harder than I had in ages when she clenched around me. We stayed like that for a few moments, catching our breath.

Eventually I remembered that she was pregnant and I should probably feed her and get her into bed. I carried her over to the couch and sat with her straddling me.

"Why don't we order some food? You can get a bath, and I'll go down, get the luggage and some dinner?" I may have addressed the comments to her boobs, but it couldn't be helped. They were incredible.

"Or, we could go into the bedroom and you could get acquainted with these." She cupped her tits. "I have crackers next to the bed."

Was it any wonder I was marrying her in two days?

"Crackers and those? Sounds perfect to me."

I carried her to the bedroom. It was time to get reacquainted with all of her. Thank fuck.

Xoxoxoxoxox

We started the morning with Reed Girl puking. Technically I could have pretended not to hear her and gone back to sleep, but that would make me a shitty almost-husband. So I got out of bed, grabbed her water bottle, and went into the bathroom. She groaned when she heard me but didn't look up from her spot on the floor.

"I brought you some water, baby."

She took it and swished some in her mouth before spitting it out in the toilet. Huh. I didn't quite know how to react to that. Then again, the only time she'd ever puked around me before had been after one night of way too much drinking. And I'd been too wasted to really notice.

"Thanks."

She started to pull herself up, which was just ridiculous. I helped her to her feet. She flushed the toilet and went to the sink, immediately turning on the water and brushing her teeth.

"Sorry you had to see that," she told me when she was done.

Like I was the issue here? "I'm sorry you had to go through it. Every day, huh?"

Reed Girl laughed. "Like clockwork. At least it's only once a day now. Hopefully it'll be done soon."

Who knew? According to the book, some women were sick their whole pregnancy. It fucking sucked. I wrapped my arms around her, and she buried her face against my chest.

"Are you okay?" I asked, because really, what could I do?

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I just need to eat some toast or something-"

That I could fucking do! "I'm on it." I pulled her into the living room, slipped some bread into the toaster, and got her a fresh glass of water and a glass of milk, which made her laugh when I placed them in front of her. "The book says both are good."

She giggled. "That book is your bible right now."

Well, of course it was. I wanted Reed Girl to be as healthy and comfortable as she could be during this whole pregnancy thing. The book had the answers. Too many of them, if I was being honest. But I hadn't seen any of those veins or heard her let one rip like I kind of feared. And the only vaginal discharge I'd seen had been her usual turned-on wetness, thank fuck. Not that I wouldn't still love her, but some things didn't really need to be shared, right?

The toast popped, so I went back into the kitchen to get it. "Do you want anything on it?" Jelly was out, because there was too much sugar. Maybe peanut butter?

"Just dry, thanks."

Gross, but probably better for her anyway. I brought it to her on a plate and watched her nibble. Rainbow hopped up between us on the couch, shooting me a look before she turned a couple of circles and plopped down.

"What? It's not like you had to get up with us." But of course she did, because she couldn't stand to be left out of shit.

Reed Girl laughed. "I think you two argue more than you and I do."

I couldn't deny it. "That's because she's a pain in the ass. You should have seen her on the plane. She was like the queen of the damn thing, sitting on her pillow and getting served on a silver platter. She's gonna expect that shit at home, just you wait and see."

Rainbow showed that she didn't give a shit what I was saying when she lifted a leg and began to groom herself.

"Like you don't spoil her?" Reed Girl rolled her eyes. "God help me when this one comes along." She patted her belly. "The kid will be born with a silver spoon in his mouth."

I got a hilarious image of coming out with said spoon and joined her in laughter. "Fuck the silver spoon. It'll be a golden football in his hand."

She smiled. "Are you ready for today?"

Right. Before we headed to Jacksonville, we were going to have our ultrasound thing. "Of course I am." Sort of. I felt a little fluttery inside about it, if I was being honest, but I wanted to be there. "What time?"

Reed Girl reached over and took my hand. "Our appointment is at eleven. I have Music Theory at eight, so I wanted to give us enough time for me to meet you and then head over."

I raised an eyebrow. "What's this meet me shit? I'm going to take you to class."

"You are?"

She sounded surprised. "Of course I am. It's nice out. I'll sit outside your building and let the student body admire me again."

That got me a both a punch in the arm and a full-out belly laugh from my girl. "It's good to see your ego is still fully intact. Let the stroking commence!"

"Well, if you really want to talk about stroking…" I palmed my cock and made her laugh even harder.

"Sorry, Champ, but you're going to have to take care of that yourself. I have to get a shower and get ready for class."

"I need a shower, too," I told her suggestively.

"Really? After you just saw me puke? It must be love."

"It is. So, am I invited?"

She laughed and got to her feet. "Always. You coming?"

"Not yet, but hopefully soon. Later, Rainbow. I'm going back to school."

Xoxoxoxoxo

I had to admit, I enjoyed the attention. I mean, yeah, I got a lot of it on the rare occasions that I went out with the guys after practice or a game. But this was different. I was a god at this school. Maybe if I won a Super Bowl or two it would be like that in Jersey, but I doubted it. There was just something about college. Fans were more obsessive, I think.

Anyway, I didn't spend a minute alone once Reed Girl disappeared into her classroom. Guys came up to talk about yesterday's game or to chat about the Noles. Two losses wasn't something they were used to in Tally these days. It was a bit of a shock to them, much like my losses in the NFL were to me. Losing fucking sucked.

And of course, girls came over, but I shot that shit down real fast by flashing my ring and talking about my wife. She would be in one day. So fucking awesome. My wife and the mother of my kid. The flutters in my stomach started up the closer we got to the appointment. I wasn't sure what I was so nervous about. It wasn't coming out yet or anything.

I'd just brushed off a redhead with a fake rack when the doors opened and people started streaming out. I got to my feet and headed that way, grinning when my girl appeared. The grin faded though when I saw who was chatting her up. You had to be fucking kidding me. That asshat was still around?

"I haven't seen you in the music store lately. Don't tell me you're not playing anymore?"

Reed Girl shook her head. "I am, but-"

"I special order her reeds," I finished, sliding my arm around her and glaring down at the tool who thought he was allowed to talk to her. "Only the best for my girl, after all."

Loser Jacob took a step back. Good. Keep on stepping, fucker.

"Oh, that's nice," he muttered, not meeting my eyes. Of fucking course. Coward. He was still a scrawny little fuck. How he thought he ever had a shot with my girl was beyond me.

"I'm sure I'll come in again soon. I think my tenon cork needs replacing."

Her what? "I can just get you a new-" I broke off when she elbowed me in the gut.

The moron's face lit up, like she'd just told him she was dumping my ass for his. Like that would ever fucking happen. "We can totally help with that. Come in anytime. I'm working tomorrow if you want to stop by."

Like hell. "Sorry, we're getting married tomorrow." Ha! Fucker didn't expect that. He totally winced. Oh, well. Too bad, so sad, Jacob. She's mine. Always has been, always will be.

"But I'll stop in sometime soon." Reed Girl took my hand. "Take care, Jacob."

"Yeah, have a good night, kid. You know I will." I smirked at his ass as I led my girl away.

"What was that?" she demanded when we got to the car.

"What was what?" I asked innocently, unlocking it and helping her inside.

She smacked at my hands when I tried to put her seat belt on for her. "I'm not an invalid. Why were you such a jerk to Jacob?"

That was a dumb question. "He wants you."

She rolled her eyes. "So? It's not like he even made a move on me. He just asked when I was coming into the store again. He knows that I'm engaged to you."

Maybe, but he was a dude. He imagined fucking her, regardless. That was just how we worked. I went around to my door and slid into the car.

"While you were in class, two girls asked me if I wanted to go out for a cup of coffee, and one offered to take me back to her room and make me forget all about you."

"That bitch!" Reed Girl seethed, her hands clenching into fists. "Where is she?"

I laughed as I started the car. "See? You're just as territorial as I am. The only difference is that you're a lot nicer to the guys that hit on you than I am to the girls."

Reed Girl raised a brow. "What did you say to her?"

"That there wasn't any way in hell that a cheap, fake bimbo could ever make me forget about the woman I was going to marry. Then I told her that her implants were lopsided. She ran off after that."

She stared at me for several moments before she burst out laughing. "I don't know whether to hit you or kiss you."

"I'm in favor of the kiss, personally. But if you want to get a little rough…" That got me the punch, along with a giggle.

"Come on, jerk. We have an appointment to get to." Then she gave me a smacking kiss anyway.

"I may be a jerk, but I'm your jerk." I pulled out onto the street.

"Yes, you are. And if you see that girl again, be sure to point her out. I'll be happy to enlighten her to that fact."

She was so fucking hot when she got territorial. It made me hard, but of course I couldn't do shit about it now. Damn doctor's appointment. And that was an asshole thought. The appointment was a good thing. I was going to get to see my kid for the first time.

"What's that face for?" Reed Girl asked.

"What face?" I asked, even though I knew what I'd been thinking about and how she wouldn't like it.

"That's your guilty face. What did you do?" She bit her lip. "Did you want to hook up with her?"

Jesus fucking Christ, really? "I told you what I said to her. If I wanted to hook up with her, I doubt that would be my response, baby."

"Then why did you look guilty?" She sounded like she was near tears.

Fucking hormones. I had to remember that Reed Girl wasn't normal Reed Girl anymore. The baby made her all weepy and insecure and shit.

"Because you wanting to kick that girl's ass turned me on and I wished that I could fuck you now instead of going to see the baby, which made me feel like an asshole because that's probably the wrong way to think."

I was prepared for anything. A smack, tears, maybe some sulking. Instead, she laughed like a loon.

Finally she calmed down enough to speak. "Oh, Edward! You don't need to feel guilty about wanting me. Never feel bad about that."

"You're crazy, you know that?"

She wiped tears from her eyes, but at least they were from laughing, thank fuck.

"I know. It's like, I can tell these feelings are all wrong, but they still come out anyway. I'm sorry. You have to know that I don't doubt you at all."

"I do, baby." I pulled the car into the parking lot at the doctor's office. "Now, let's go see our kid."

The waiting room was a little freaky, I'm not going to lie. There were two really pregnant women in there, and I was afraid one of them would pop a kid out before she got back to the doctor. They were rather huge. I couldn't picture Reed Girl with a belly that big. Wouldn't she topple over if she tried to stand?

"Stop staring," she hissed at me, but damn, it's not like I could help it. I swear I saw the kid moving in there.

"I think it might pop out of her stomach like in Alien," I whispered.

"That's not how it works."

I knew that. I didn't want to think about that part. I didn't know if I would be able to handle watching my kid come out of my favorite area. I might never look at it the same way again, which would be a real fucking shame. Too bad it wasn't like the old days, and I could just wait in the waiting room while she did all the work. I would never say that shit out loud, though; it might get me killed. And I did want to be there when my baby was born. I just didn't want to see the process. That wasn't so wrong, was it?

Finally, they called us back; thankfully after the lady that might have an alien birth had been seen. I really wasn't ready to be part of the birth process for anyone other than Reed Girl, that was for sure.

Reed Girl made me stand aside while she got weighed, which was fucking hilarious. She hadn't gained that much and she certainly wasn't fat, so I didn't know what her problem was, but I humored her because I wanted to get laid on my wedding night. It was best not to piss her off right before the wedding.

Eventually we were situated and Reed Girl was settled on the crinkly paper. She'd worn a button-down shirt, and I figured out why when the doctor came in and she unbuttoned from the bottom up, keeping her chest covered. The doctor rubbed some gel on her stomach, which made her suck in her breath.

The doctor was a man, which I didn't much care for if I was being honest. I was making damn sure we had a female doctor in Jersey. I still needed to get with Eli about that.

"Cold, baby?"

"No, it just tickles. And I'm excited."

I held her hand as the doctor used some wand thing, putting it on various places on her belly. All of a sudden, the room filled with a rapid whooshing sound.

"What's that?" Surely it wasn't my kid's heartbeat. That was much too fast. Something was wrong with it. This wasn't good.

"Your baby's heartbeat. It sounds perfect."

No it didn't. It was wrong. Fuck. "It's too fast. That can't be right."

"A baby's heart rate is much faster than a normal resting adult," Doctor Dumbass informed me haughtily.

Like I was supposed to know that shit? "But it's all right, then?"

"Yes, perfect." Thank God. Damn right my kid was perfect. It was made by Reed Girl and me. Couldn't get much better than that.

The doctor asked Reed Girl a bunch of questions while he ran a different wand over her belly. They talked about morning sickness, exercise, health, all the stuff I'd been addressing with her that the book talked about. He seemed pleased with her answers.

He showed us that pictures were starting to come over the monitor. Holy shit. It actually looked sort of like an actual baby. I mean, the features weren't really there yet, but I could make out the head and the body. The doctor pointed it out, as well, but I was already on top of that shit. I had already looked at some sonogram pictures on the internet so I could be prepared for the blob I expected to see. But no, that was my kid. And he was awesome.

"Look, Edward. You see?" Reed Girl was all teary, of course, but I kind of couldn't blame her.

I kissed her cheek. "I sure do. That's our baby." It was real. I'd heard his heartbeat, and now I could see him. We were having a baby. It was pretty fucking cool.

"We'll print out some pictures for you to take, if you'd like."

"Hell yes." Reed Girl shot me a look. "I mean, yes, thank you. That would be very nice."

He laughed and started to wipe the gel stuff off my girl's stomach. I took the paper from him and did it myself. No way was he touching her more than necessary. That was my job.

"Okay, then, do you have any questions?"

I probably did, but I couldn't really think of any right now. My eyes were stuck on the screen, looking at the image of my kid. He was already a lot bigger than he'd been when Reed Girl had seen him, since she could barely make him out.

"What are you thinking?" Reed Girl asked, sitting up and buttoning her shirt.

"That's our baby," I said, because that was all I could think.

She laughed. "Yeah, it is."

"It's really fucking cool."

"Yes, it definitely is."

"And he's perfect. The doctor said so."

She grinned. "He didn't say it was a he, but yes. Everything is perfect."

It was a he. I knew it. When would his dick be visible? I needed to research that.

"You're smiling," Reed Girl told me.

Shouldn't I be? "Well, yeah. We got to see our kid today. And tomorrow you're going to be my wife. Life is pretty fucking good right now."

"Yes it is, Champ. Yes it is."