Fighter Daddy: A Bad Boy Secret Baby MMA Sports Romance
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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.
* * *
There 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.
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