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“There is no reason to freak out.” What the heck? He’s the one running around and tearing Marks’ room apart.

“Then why are you doing it?!”

“I’m not.” He schools his expression.

“Oh, really?” I say dryly, rolling my eyes. “Well, when you find it, why don’t you take it?” I spin around, marching back out of Marks’ room.

Not that I get far. My feet leave the floor as Z scoops me up into his arms. He pins me to the wall.

“I’m only wrapping my legs around you because it’s more comfortable.”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” He smirks.

“Don’t you smirk at me.” I growl at him.

“Sorry.” Z drops the smirk, his face becoming unreadable. I wish I had that skill set.

Chapter Sixteen

Z

Cosima doesn’t mean for her little growls to be adorable, but that’s what they are. I know this isn’t the time to mess with her. She’s a ball of nerves, and I’m trying to fully pinpoint why and not make the situation worse.

“Talk to me,” I encourage her. We aren’t doing the miscommunication shit anymore.

“Maybe I don’t want to talk to you.” She lets out a small huff, her bottom lip puffed out. I have to fight the urge to not lean in and suck on it. This woman flipped a sex switch inside of me, and now I can’t get enough of her.

“You need another spanking.”

“Z.” She hisses at me, her cheeks turning pink. Damn, maybe she does.

“I thought you wanted kids? Marriage and all that.”

“I do,” Cosima whispers. “But what about you?”

“How many times have I come inside of you? Do you think I don’t know what that means?” Her cheeks manage to get pinker.

It was a dick thing to do, but I knew what I was doing when I came inside of her each time. If Cosima is pregnant, she’ll never be free of me, not that a kid matters in that regard, but damn, would I love to see what our babies would look like.

“That’s now. That night you didn’t know better. You thought it was a dream.” This really shows how naïve she is about how obsessed I am with her.

“So? You’re claiming to know how many nights I’ve dreamt about you being pregnant?” Her eyes widen, and a small smile plays on her lips before she masks it. Thank fuck none of this is scaring her.

"Oh, I see." She tilts her chin up, letting me know she's about to be a brat. I have to smile, not wanting to ruin her moment, or mine for that matter. I enjoy her smart mouth, and I'm not going to dampen that. "You baby-trapped me."

"Yep." I’m honest with her. She needs to know that there is nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure she is my forever. I also know she’ll get off on my answer. Cosima enjoys my obsession with her.

"So you admit it!"

"Yep." A full smile starts to take over her face.

I inwardly feel the tension leave me. For a second my mind went to thinking she didn’t want to be pregnant, but I’d quickly yeeted that. I know Cosima, and she wants a family and kids more than anything else.

“Alrighty, I’ll take the test.”

“That’s my girl.” I kiss her on the top of her nose, knowing if I kiss her on the lips with my mind now flooded with thoughts of her being pregnant, she won’t end up taking the test for a few hours when I let her crawl out of bed.

I put her down on her feet. “I don’t know where the test is.”