Page 95 of Biker Orc Baby Daddy
"Because I do. Love him. He's. He's mine and I love him."
The words land on me. Heavy. True.
"He loves you too," I whisper. "I can tell."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
We sit. Orry's breathing evens out. Almost asleep. The morning light shifts. Softer now.
"What about us?" Gunther asks.
"What about us?"
"The. The third rule. From yesterday. Taking things slow. Figuring out if there's. If there's anusbeyond Orry."
Heat creeps up my neck. "What about it?"
"I want to try."
"Try what?"
"Dating. Properly. No costumes. No fake names. Just. You and me. Getting to know each other. For real this time."
My pulse kicks. "You want to date me."
"If you're open to it. If. If I haven't completely ruined my chances by being a disaster for the past several weeks?—"
"You haven't ruined anything."
"I wore fake tattoos and lied about my name."
"I called myself Sis and ran away before sunrise."
"We're even?"
"We're even."
He smiles. Tentative. Hopeful. "So. Is that a yes?"
"It's a. Maybe. Ask me again after we survive our first week of co-parenting without killing each other."
"That's fair."
"And no grand gestures. No. No spreadsheets for romance or color-coded date itineraries?—"
"I would never."
"Gunther."
"Okay I might. But I'll try to restrain myself."
"Good."
Orry snores. Tiny. Piglet-like.
"He's out," Gunther murmurs.
