Page 97 of It Kills Me
“I’m not.”
“I fucked you last night and then cooked you breakfast the next morning. Yes, you’re going to be biased.”
“I’d like your food no matter what, but when I say you have the talent of a chef, I mean that. And I’m not saying that just because you have a great pussy.”
She smirked as she looked down at her food.
“It’d be fun if I bought a restaurant and you ran it. Made a bunch of recipes…something we could do together.”
“The restaurant business is stressful.”
“But it’d be fun.”
“That just doesn’t sound like an easy job for a parent.”
“And working in the drug business is?” I asked incredulously.
“Don’t start,” she said coldly.
I didn’t know she even wanted kids. So she wanted to lead a criminal organization while breastfeeding? While taking the kids to school? How did she expect to do all that? But instead of being the voice of reason, I kept my mouth shut. It was a beautiful morning and she was there with me, and the last thing I wanted to do was ruin that.
“Do you want to have kids?” she asked. “Someday…?”
“Absolutely.”
She lifted her eyes from her food and looked at me. “I didn’t think that would be your answer.”
“Why?”
“Your line of work…and the relationship with your parents.”
“My parents are assholes. If my kid tells me he didn’t do something, he didn’t do it. Simple as that. Even if he’s fucking lying, I’m not going to turn my back on him,” I said. “And as for my line of work, I don’t think I’ll be doing this forever. Once they get to a certain age, I don’t want to be working all the time. I want to spend my time with my kids, not be an absent father while my wife does all the work.”
Her eyes remained down as she stabbed her fork into the remainder of her eggs. “That’s sweet.”
“There’s more to life than work.”
“Yeah.” She continued to stare at me.
I sliced my fork through the soft pancakes and took a bite. “We’d make beautiful babies.”
She smiled. “Yeah, we would.”
“And they’d be tall.”
“They would,” she said with a chuckle.
“And smart.”
The smile remained on her lips. “Yeah.”
I’d only been sleeping with her for six weeks, but it felt like months…or a year. I’d wanted her the moment I saw her, but now that I knew her, my attraction to her was deeper than the flesh. Her smile made me warm, and the silence between our words was comforting rather than stifling. I was talking about having kids, when my ex and I hadn’t mentioned that once, not even when we were married. But with Scarlett…it was easy.
So fucking easy.
I pulled up to the estate and parked my car.
Tonight, I had a meeting with both Dante and Giovanni. Dante somehow charmed my colleague into a working relationship, and now it was time to lay the groundwork for that operation. It was evening, so the conversation would take place over dinner.