Free The Yeah, Baby Series by Fiona Davenport

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    “We should get you unpacked.”
    “It’s just a couple of boxes, it shouldn’t take long.” She shrugged and pushed her empty plate away.
    I grabbed up the dishes and busied myself at the sink as I casually answered, “It’s all of your stuff, baby. We need to unload it and find a place for everything.”
    “What do you mean, ‘it’s all my stuff’?”
    I heard her footsteps as she ran outside to look in the truck and subsequently heard her bellowing my name.
    It took half an hour of being called bossy, domineering, and controlling (I decided it was definitely a bad idea to remind her that those were all the same thing. I might just have a bruise from where she punched me in the chest) for me to calm her down and remind her that married people lived together, so none of her shit should be at her old house.
    We spent the day moving her in. Well, I moved things and refused to let her help, much to her annoyance, saying only, “Baby,” with a pointed look at her stomach, to get her to back down.
    We got ready and headed to her dad’s house a little before six. When we arrived, Milo and Sharon greeted us at the door, sweeping Bailey up into a hug. I tugged her back into my arms after a few moments, jealous of anyone else’s arms being around her, even her dad and step mom.
    Sharon suddenly squealed and grabbed Bailey’s hand, yanking her out of my grasp again. I grumbled, but reluctantly let her go to show off the rings that announced she now belonged to me.
    “It’s gorgeous, Bailey!” Sharon sent a dirty look my way when she caught sight of the wedding band resting next to the diamond engagement ring. “Although, it would have been nice to be at our only daughter’s wedding and have her father walk her down the aisle.”
    Milo laughed and clapped me on the back. “I should have known when you said you were driving through Vegas. Just couldn’t wait, huh?”
    I looked him in the eye and said, “No, sir.” I wasn’t going to apologize for making Bailey mine officially, the moment she said yes. Never mind that it was Bailey’s idea to get married right away.
    Sharon huffed, “We’ll just have to plan a proper wedding, and it doesn’t matter if you’re already married.”
    Milo shook my hand and winked. “Welcome to the family, son. Treat her right or I’ll bury you where no one will ever find you.”
    I stifled a chuckle, “Yes, sir.”
    We all stepped inside and moved toward the couches, Sharon chatting happily about all of her wedding plans. Bailey threw me an amused glance and shrugged.
    “Oh! Milo!” Sharon exclaimed, “Get the champagne, we need to celebrate and toast the new husband and wife.”
    She turned to Bailey, beaming, “Well not you—”
    “What the fuck?!” Jack’s outraged shout stopped Sharon cold and we all looked to see him standing just inside the door. His eyes were pointed directly at me, rage darkening his blue eyes to almost black.
    “You talked her into a quickie wedding?” he seethed, his voice shifting to a deadly calm.
    “Jack—” Bailey stood and took a step towards him, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my side, cutting her off.
    “We made the decision together, Jack,” I grit out between my teeth. “We are having a baby and want to be a family.”
    “We’re her family,” Jack thumped himself on the chest, over his heart. “You don’t even know her. If you did, then you would have given my baby sister the wedding she deserved instead of a sham Vegas wedding without any of us there.”
    His gaze dropped and he looked at Bailey, his face softening. “I’m here for you, little sister. You didn’t have to rush anything. I will be here for you to lean on if you want to change your mind. Maybe get to know—”
    I’d had enough. “Jack!” I shouted, “She is my wife . You need to back the fuck off and accept it.”
    “Jack, this was my decision and I need to see if I can make this work. If it doesn’t, you’ll be the first one