Monday morning, I rolled over to see Bo peacefully sleeping next to me. My hands rubbed over my face as I smiled. There hasn't been a day I woke up where I don't smile. I tried rubbing away the grin on my face, but I couldn't. This girl is my wife.

I threw an arm over her, pushing myself up to hover her as I pressed kisses to her exposed neck. With every kiss, I pulled away to see if she was waking up. My teeth slightly grazed her skin before I lapped my lips around the piece I captured. When I moved away from her, I saw a dimple sticking out and a thousand-watt smile growing on her face.

"Goodmorning, Mrs.Carson," I captured her earlobe in between my lips.

She let out a raspy chuckle. "Goodmorning."

"How are you feeling?"

She moved to lay on her back. I continued to drag my lips along her skin, down to her collarbone and chest. As I looked up from her chest, she was staring at me with a wide smile. I sent her a wink as I pressed another kiss to her skin. I pushed myself back up to look down at her.

"You didn't answer my question, bookworm."

"I'm feeling great."

She squirmed as I kissed her stomach. "How is my baby?"

"He is saying you owe mama some money for losing."

I roll my eyes. "I should have never doubted you."

Her fingers ran through my hair. "You know it better than anyone."

"When do you have to leave?"

"Around nine," her head moves to look at our bedside clock. "So, in an hour and a half."

"I only need five minutes," I dip under the covers.

"What?" She shrieks. "No! I have to get in the shower."

My lips pouted as I stuck my head back out from under the white comforter. "But why?"

"I have to get clean," she chuckles. "I'm not washing my hair - that is too much. I need to wash up, though. After all of our late-night activities, I need a good shower."

"Can this be a we shower?" I smile at her with a cheesy grin, hoping she would say yes.

"No," she shoved me away. "I would never leave the house!"

I smacked her butt as she moved across the bed. "What if I wanted breakfast?"

"Then go make yourself something."

"The only thing I want is in between your legs!"

I fell back onto the pillow grinning because I knew her cheeks were flaming hot. The second the door slammed shut, I knew I was right. I also knew she didn't want me to see her pee. As soon as I heard her small tinkles, I started hooting and hollering.

"Go on baby!"

"Why?" She cries out. "This is why I can't pee with you in the same vicinity."

My belting laughter made me choke. This is the kind of shit I live for. I never smiled before her, and now all I do is fucking laugh. She has flipped my world right side up and gave me a reason to breathe. It is now my job to remind her of that every day. It is also my job to make sure she feels the same - happy.

When the shower started, I shoved away from the bed, hoping I could sneak in and join her. To my surprise, the handle didn't budge. She fucking locked the door. I pounded on the wood. I could hear the little shit's giggles as I rumbled the door.

"Boston!" Her giggles turned into loud laughter. "Unlock this door this instant."

"No!"

"Why did you lock the door?" I leaned my forehead against the surface. "My heart is breaking at the thought of you locking me out."

Silence sounded from the other side of the door. I pressed my ear against the cool wood as I called her name, waiting for a response. I never got one. The only thing I could hear is her stifling moans. I couldn't tell if this was a fucking joke or if this was real.

She thought a fucking lock was going to keep me away? I hurried to the side of the bed where I kept my wallet. I slid an old card from the back - the one I used to pop locks. When I came back to the bathroom door, I could hear her acoustic moans joining the sound of falling water.

The second I wiggled my card in between the lock, it popped. My mouth fell open at the sight of my wife standing in the glass shower with her hands between her legs. Those long ringlets I loved so much were tied up in a knot on the top of her head as she leaned against the stone wall.

When her eyes opened to meet mine, I pulled the shower door open. She gasped as I ripped her hand away and replaced it with mine. She gripped onto my back with her nails as I leaned down into her ear. I loved the way she clung to me. Every inch of skin was pressed together. My shorts were tight as the water soaked them, and my dick was practically suffocating.

My mouth grazed her earlobe. "How many times do I have to prove to you I can pop a lock on a door?"

She was already falling apart on my fingers. It made me want to keep her here and restart what I couldn't partake in during previous moments. I knew how much going to her office was, so I stayed in the shower as I watched her get ready. The stone was cool against my back, but I leaned on it anyways because I needed something to keep me steady while I watched her walk around the house naked.

The bump on her stomach seemed to get a little bigger every day. It was going to get to the point where she could barely reach over it, and I couldn't wait for the day where I had to do everything for her. Bo is independent. Most of the time, she tries to do everything for herself, but her doctor told her about the days where she will barely be able to tie her own shoes. That is the shit I wanted to do for her.

When she stepped back into the bathroom wearing a tight-fitting dress, I nearly lost my shit. "Where the fuck did that come from?"

"Oh, Rosie bought it for me," she smiled down at the light gray material on her body. "It is a maternity dress."

It stopped above her knees and showed off her golden honey skin. "You look stunning."

She tossed her curls over her shoulder. "Thank you, love."

Before she left, she came back in with nude-felt heels on. "I've got to go."

I opened the shower door to give her puckered lips a kiss. "I love you."

"I love you most."

"Drive safe," I kissed her forehead. "Text me when you get there, so I know you made it. Please."

"I promise," she smiles before planting one last kiss on my lips.

"If you need me," I look at her. "You call me. Okay?"

"You got it."

When she left, I dreaded for the moment I heard the front door shut. That would mean I was completely alone, and now I was. Being alone didn't feel right. When she wasn't by my side, I wasn't sure what to do with myself. So, I did what I always do when I couldn't get Bo off of my mind - I went to the gym.

John smiled at my arrival. "I didn't know you were coming."

"You were my last resort," I shrugged. "Bo left for work."

He rolled his eyes before he hugged me. "How is she doing?"

"She seems to be fine."

"Happy?"

"Always."

"Good," he pats my shoulder. "And you? Are you happy?"

"As long as she is there."

"Have you thought about what I said?" He looked forward at the kids in the ring. "Being a trainer and all? It would give you a chance to work with younger kids before your own comes?"

"What if the only kid I like is my own?"

He laughs. "Typical Kinnick. Do you want me to introduce you to them?"

I shrugged because I wasn't sure. What if I am not good with kids? The young ones looked up at me as if I was the biggest thing they ever saw in their whole life. I smiled, waving awkwardly down at them as they surrounded us.

"Bro!" A kid with shaggy hair came toward me. "You are the boxer I watch on Youtube!"

A girl gasped. "My mom thinks your hot. She told me to get your number. I thought I was going to ballet, but this isn't ballet."

John laughed beside me. "What do you think?"

"Parents are pawning their kids off to strangers to get my number," I sucked in a breath. "How should I feel about that?"

"There is one kid, in particular, I want you to meet."

"Where is he?"

"Well, he is hiding in my office."

"Why?"

"A temper issue."

"John that might not be a good idea."

"His name is Chase Cooper," he led me toward his office. "Chase!"

His blonde head snapped up from the chair he sat at. "What?"

"This is Riley's cousin's kid," he smiled at me. "Chase this Kinnick."

"Why is he locked in your office?"

John sighed. "We were waiting for Riley. So, I am going to leave you two alone. I got a group out there to get back to."

When he left, I looked at the blonde-haired kid with questions because I didn't know what the fuck I was supposed to do. "Do you like boxing?"

He looked up from his phone. "I like to fight."

"Do you fight a lot?"

"I've got expelled a lot," he nodded. "Does that answer your question?"

I narrowed my eyes at his attitude. "Yes, asshole. It does."

"You do know I am fifteen, right? You can't just curse at me."

"You do know I was trying to treat you with respect? You could have done the same."

His brown eyes narrowed back at me. "Touche."

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" He locked his phone to ask me.

"My wife is at work, so I came to occupy my time."

"Marriage?" He scoffed. "That is a joke. My dad left my mom for another woman. They were supposedly happily married for four years."

"What happened?"

"I was born."

"You think your parents split because of you?"

"Dad didn't like my attitude," he shrugged. "I didn't like him getting in my mom's face."

"Did you two get physical?"

"Why do you care?" He snapped.

I shrugged. "My dad was the same. Well, my dad used to beat the shit out of my mom and then it was me."

His brown eyes softened before they went unreadable. "My mom drops me off wherever because I am a constant reminder of my dad. Now that Riley married John, she has me enrolled in this shit."

"Boxing saved me from my life," I sat in John's chair. "This was the place I could run to when I had trouble."

"Yeah," he looked at me. "I heard about you. You are an asshole. Who would marry you?"

I snorted, showing him the curly-haired girl on my lock screen. "Holy fuck - she's hot -"

"Watch it," I growled.

"What are you going to do beat my ass too?"

"It depends."

"What would your girl have to say about that?"

"She would beat my ass."

He smiled a genuine smile. "She is really cute."

I looked down at the girl smiling on my screen, remembering the moment I snapped the picture. "Yeah, yeah, she is."