In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 393

Olivia, growing restless, wiggled off Blair’s lap. “Can I go play with my blocks?”

“Yes, but stay in the playroom,” Roman told her. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

As Olivia skipped off, Roman pulled Blair to her feet and into his arms. “You look tired. You should have let me bring someone in to handle tonight's dinner.”

Blair leaned into his chest, savoring his warmth. “I’m fine, my sisters will help. I love you.”

Roman’s hand slid to her belly, resting protectively over their growing child. “I knew from the beginning you were meant for me. Even when you were calling me a shithead.”

Blair laughed. “You were a shithead. Sometimes you still are.”

Roman's laugh rumbled against Blair's cheek as he hugged her closer. "Only with you, sweetheart. Everyone else gets the polished CEO."

"Lucky me," she teased, tilting her face up for his kiss.

Their moment was interrupted by a car pulling up outside, and Blair sighed. "That'll be Sutton and Luca." Her office overlooked the front of the house.

"I'll get it," Roman said, pressing one more kiss to her forehead before releasing her and heading to let her family in.

Sutton juggled the tiramisu in one hand while unbuckling Liam from his car seat with the other. Miles was already racing toward the front door where Roman stood waiting. After Miles’ rocky birth, no one would look at him now and guess he’d had such a scary start to life.

"Uncle Roman!" Miles wrapped himself around Roman's legs while Luca came around the car to help her.

"I've got him," Luca said, lifting Liam, who immediately reached for his father's face. "You take the dessert before you drop it."

Sutton handed him the baby with a grateful smile. "Thanks. He's getting heavy."

Walking up the path to the house, Sutton felt that familiar warmth spread through her chest. The Warner family home, she was so glad Roman had bought it. She and Luca had purchased a house nearby, but a little closer to work.

"Auntie Sutton!" Olivia came barreling out the door, a blur of dark curls and energy.

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