by Goldie
She nuzzled his neck, and he ran his hand down her back. The simple show of affection had her wanting to rip off his ascot with her teeth. “Well, you tell him that I’m supposing the first one will arrive in about seven month’s time. At least, that’s what the doctor and I figure.”
A joyous laugh popped from his lips, and once again he kissed her. “You make me the happiest of men.”
“Well, good. Because I love you with all my heart,” she murmured.
“I love you, too.” He reached over and ran his fingers through her curls. “And let’s hope the babe has your glorious goldilocks.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
An Army brat, Harris Channing traveled around the Southern United States and Europe as a child before settling in Tennessee as an adult. Married with two children, she enjoys her family, reading, writing, and gardening.
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