by Sam Crescent
“Now, you listen to me, baby. I don’t hate you. I can never hate you. I want this baby, too, and I know how important it is to the both of us. I get that you’re full of your pregnant mom hormones. I’m not going to cheat. I’m not going to walk away. You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Once we have our kid in our arms, Ned doesn’t know this yet, but he’s taking care of our child while I spend the weekend fucking you and making you aware who you belong to. Of course, when the doctor says we can. Do you understand me?”
“I just … we’re here because of me, and everything is a mess.”
“No, we’re here because of me.”
“Do you want to go back?” she asked.
She saw him hesitate, and then he kissed her.
Even though that’s all they’d been doing for eight months, it still had her heart racing.
“What I want right now is to put you in bed, wrap my arms around you, and sleep.”
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