Page 140 of Waiting to Lose


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“What did you mean, babe? Because it kinda sounded like you thought we might have a daughter together.”

Madi closed her eyes before attempting to escape his stare by running away.

“No, no you don’t,” he said, pulling her arm back to him.

“You’re making something out of nothing,” she replied with downcast eyes.

“You wanna have my babies,” he said with a smirk.

“No! I most certainly do not!”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m sure a lot of girls have wanted the same thing.”

Madi’s eyes jumped to his face in horror and he burst out laughing.

“You’re an ass!” she yelled as she turned to dart away from him.

He pulled her back toward him and she pounded her fist playfully into his chest. He held her hands with his and she turned instinctively, flipping him over her shoulder and slamming him into the ground.

“Oh my God!” she gasped as she flew to the floor where Jake lay with his eyes closed.

“Jake! Oh my God! Jake, are you okay?”

One eye peeked open at her and he smirked.

“You son of a…” she said, hitting his chest again.

He laughed but winced, seizing his back as he tried to sit up. “What the hell was that?” he asked.

“Are you really okay?” she begged.

“I’m okay. Just a little shocked. I think you might have knocked the wind out of me. How’d you do that?”

“Rob taught me. I’ve been practicing for weeks. I didn’t mean to do it toyou. I just reacted.” She held out her hand to him and he playfully held up his hands to her.

“Don’t hurt me, lady,” he joked.

Madi sat back on her heels as her lips curled into a frown.

Jake pulled her face to his and kissed her lips. “My girl’s a bad ass.”

Madi shook her head as she helped him up. “I didn’t think I could do it.”

Jake held his back as he straightened. “You most certainly can.”

“I’m so sorry. Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, her face etched with worry.

“I might need a back rub tonight.”

“Of course,” she said with an embarrassed sigh.

“And there’s one more thing I might need.”

“What? Anything!” she replied earnestly.

“I might need you to admit you want to have my babies.”

“You’re an ass.”