Eat Crow (Cheap Thrills Series Book 6) by Mary Moore (novels to improve english .txt) 📕

just no beauty like it in the world. Yes, you get scared, but you also feel something click into place inside you.”

“I felt like that with Louis, too,” Cole murmured. “It’s a different type of responsibility with a girl because we assume boys grow up to be just like us, and we know we can look after people. With a girl, there’s a vulnerability you want to protect and to shield her from the shittiness.”

“That’s exactly it,” Ren said, smacking his thigh with his hand. “It’s like they’re completely breakable, and you’re trying to protect them from being smashed.”

It wasn’t how I’d phrase it, but it fit with the worries inside my head.

Leaning forward, Cole stared at me. “Here’s your peace of mind—look at Crystal. First grandbaby, first child, and a female. That girl conquered all of us when she came into the world, but now when you look at her, she can pretty much conquer the world itself.

“You have to protect all kids as they’re growing up, but you also have to teach them how to kick ass, too. It doesn’t matter what gender they are. Every baby has to have that so they can go through life not getting beaten down by the smallest things, but also so they can fight the bigger things.”

Chewing on my lower lip, I had to agree. “That makes total sense. I hadn’t thought of it like that.”

“You know,” Ren added, “I was told that a son is a son until he takes a wife, but a daughter is a daughter for life.” We both looked at him dubiously.

“Yeah, bullshit, right? I have a wife, but all she did was expand the beauty of my family. There’s no way a real man just focuses on his wife or whatever the hell that saying means. No, a real man adjusts and adds his luck to the bounty he already has. I agree with the daughter part, though.”

“Amen!” Cole raised his beer. “And now you’ve got the added fortune of having a daughter for life…” He trailed off as he narrowed his eyes at me. “Hey, you knocked Bex up without marrying her.”

The change in subject made me smirk. “She doesn’t want to get married yet. I asked her, and she told me to ask her again in the future. I asked her again when we found out she was pregnant. She said the same thing.”

“Oh, burn,” Ren winced.

Shaking my head, I finally relaxed. “Nah, she’s never actually wanted to get married.”

“Can’t get much more tied to someone than having their baby,” Ren pointed out correctly.

“Especially when you’re living with them, too,” Cole added.

“To be honest, it makes me love her that little bit more. I want to marry her, absolutely, but I also know that it’ll be something special when she finally agrees. I don’t want to hurry into it or for her to feel like she’s doing it just because—”

“Uh, I don’t see how y’all are hurrying into it?” Cole said, frowning. “You’ve been together for how long? Two years?” At my nod, he continued, “And you’re having a baby together. How’s that rushing into it?”

Shrugging, I drained the last of the beer from my bottle. “To me, it isn’t, but I want Bex to understand and agree with that when she says yes.”

Huffing out a laugh, Ren shook his head. “You’re a better man than I am. I’d have kidnapped her and gone to Vegas.”

“There’s still time,” Cole snickered, holding his bottle out in a toast. “To Logan, his stubborn girlfriend and maybe wife-to-be, and his beautiful baby girl.”

“Amen!” Ren shouted, holding his bottle up.

“Hey,” Cole snapped his fingers. “If you want to prove you love her, go through the labor before she does.”

Ren groaned as his head dropped back onto his chair. “Not this again.”

That was impossible, wasn’t it? “How the hell do you do that? Like, carry around a bump on my stomach?”

“No,” he sat forward on his chair, his eyes sparkling. “I did it when Ebru was pregnant, and the others decided to do the same because they don’t have an original idea of their own.” Tapping his head, he winked at me. “Mensa.”

“Mensa, my ass,” Ren muttered, glaring at his brother again. “You cried like a baby and almost shit yourself.”

Whoa, boundaries obliterated. All I’d done come in for was some advice.

“I seem to recall you didn’t do much better,” he replied coolly, then turned back to me. “There’s a pregnancy experience place you can go to, but an ad popped up on my social media feed the other day for a home kit that does the same thing.

“You just pop the electrodes onto your stomach where it says to in the instructions, and it takes you through the birthing experience.”

“Without the baby, though, right?” The question popped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

“Well, obviously. Unless you’ve got the right hole to push a baby out of?”

Wincing at the thought, I pressed my knees together. “Negative.”

“Hey, hyenas have a weird birthing experience, so I never say never when it comes to something like that happening with humans.”

Ren and I looked at each other and then back to Cole. “I’m going to regret asking about this, I just know it, but what do you mean about hyenas?” Ren asked, leaning forward in his chair.

Cole’s body language changed immediately like he was a kid watching a magic show. “It was on this wildlife program that the kids were watching yesterday. Basically, female hyenas give birth through their clitoris and get this—it’s called a pseudo-penis.”

I’m going to hold my hand up and say, the mental images that popped into my head of a baby’s head coming out of my dick would give me nightmares for months.

“You’re lying,” Ren snapped, pulling his phone out. “No fucking way does a hyena give birth through a pseudo-penis.”

“Check away, my man, check away,” Cole sat back, waving his hand. “The birth canal’s only like an inch wide, so a lot of babies