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Nothing could have prepared me for the wave of emotions that had crashed into me when Sammy had called me Dad.

It was an honor. One I’d never expected.

Goddamn.

I loved that woman. I loved her boy.

They were part of me now. Ellie and Sammy were mine. I had them in my home and in my heart.

Mine on paper.

And in person.

I had a family.

A wife and son I adored.

I would do anything to keep them safe and secure. Anything to make them happy.

And I will never let them go.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE ELLIE

After dinner, I expected things to be a little awkward between us. But when I excused myself to the bathroom, Andres offered to read to Sammy and tuck him in.

I could tell he was enamored with the whole calling him Dad thing, and I had to admit, tears pricked my eyes every time my boy uttered the word.

Sammy looked so happy and proud, calling Andres Dad. And it felt so right.

Andres was kind, attentive, and patient with Sammy. Hell, he’d already spent more time with him than Gary ever had.

Sammy had nothing of his biological father in him. He looked like me. His dark hair and hazel eyes were so like mine. He was a wonderful little boy, and I was lucky to have him.

After kissing his head and asking him if he was okay with Dad reading his bedtime story, Sammy had practically pushed me out of his room.

Andres had just sat there, grinning like a peacock.

Shaking my head, I frowned at the ache in my stomach. I’d been an emotional wreck most of the day, and after using the bathroom, I knew why.

Ugh.

My period was never regular, and when I got it, boy, did I get it. I dug around my drawers until I found my stash of period underwear and donned an enormous pad, swapping my cute jeans for loose flannel pants and a tank top.

Things had been so hot between us in the kitchen, I’d really been looking forward to some smexy times with my husband.

Curse you, Mother Nature.

I was on the pill, which made things a lot more bearable than they’d been when I was a teenager and had first started my menstrual cycle.

It was a natural part of life.

Of womanhood. Of marriage.

But I was still a little embarrassed thinking about how to tell Andres.

We’d had sex every night since we married, so it wasn’t like he wasn’t going to notice.

Sex, yes. But I woke up most mornings alone. I frowned, thinking about it, and I realized that was something I should ask him.

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