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I have about ten more minutes in me before I get up to take over.

I know she hates when I do it. I know she’d rather just deal and feel all the emotions that are coursing through her, but I refuse to let her suffer. She started taking the new meds, but they haven’t had time to kick in. It can take up to fourteen days, and there is no way in hell I’m going to let her agonize and fight her own mind. I can help. I can be there for her, and I will. No matter how much she thinks she doesn’t need me, I’ll prove otherwise. I bring my bottom lip between my teeth as she huffs and puffs, throwing things around. I’d given my mom the time I’d be there, though she’ll have to wait. I won’t rush my woman.

When another huff comes out, I look over to see Elliot’s eyes welling up, and I know it’s time for me to take over. I set down my phone. “Mami.”

“What?” she snaps, but then her shoulders fall. She looks over to me and exhales harshly. “Sorry, I’m freaking out.”

I nod. “Come here.” She needs me, and as much as that scares her, she doesn’t keep herself from me. She closes the distance between us, and I pull her into my lap. I cuddle her close and take her hand in mine. She watches as I kiss each fingertip then her palm before threading our fingers together. She leans against me, pressing her nose into my jaw. I inhale her sweet scent, overwhelmed with love for this woman, before I whisper, “Talk to me.”

She swallows thickly. “I don’t know what to wear. Do you want her to know off the bat that I’m pregnant, or should we hide it a bit? I’m worried she’ll hate me when she finds out I didn’t tell you until recently, and I really want her to like me because I know you love your mom and I don’t have a mom, so I’d like to be special to her, but I just feel like I’m not going to live up to expectations of someone your mom would approve of?—”

I cut her off by turning my mouth to hers and claiming her sweet lips. She melts into the kiss, and I squeeze her to me, my hand splaying across our son.

When I pull back, I meet her eyes and then kiss her nose softly while still looking deep into her eyes. I lift her off my lap, placing her on the bed before I walk over to where she has thrown all her clothes. I reach for a cute little sundress that has see-through sleeves and is perfect for the start of the Michigan summer. It shows off her toned legs, and it’s tight enough that my mom will know right away that Elliot is pregnant.

With my son.

I go to grab a pair of sandals, but then I remember they dug into her feet the other day, so I grab a pair of white HEYDUDES I got her instead. When I turn to look at her, she’s watching me, her eyes sparkling with tears. I flash her a small smile before laying everything on the bed and taking her hands in mine to lift her to her feet. I don’t say anything as I pull my practice shirt off her body, leaving her in a sheer white bra and pink boy shorts. I lick my lips as I take in her gorgeous curves and think about how I wish she could be pregnant with my baby forever.

It does something to me, and I love that she’s swollen with my child.

Though, I’m sure she’ll protest that.

I reach for the dress, unzipping it and then lowering it over her head. She helps me put it on, her eyes never leaving my face as I pull the dress down and then turn her to zip it up the back. I kiss the back of her neck and her shoulder before I turn her back around and look her over in the dress, gobsmacked by how goddamn beautiful she is. Her hair is down in waves, and she’s wearing a bit of makeup. That damn lip gloss is tempting me to lick it off, but I refrain.

Somehow.

Jesus, she’s stunning.

She’s the mother of my child.

My forever.

I crouch down, lifting her ankles to put on each shoe, and then I kiss both her knees. I run my hands up the backs of her thighs, cupping her ass before bringing her flush to me. She tips her head back as she gazes up at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears. I cradle her cheek, rubbing my thumb along her jaw. “She’ll love you because I do,” I tell her roughly before pressing my head to hers. “And if she doesn’t, it won’t stop me from loving you.”

Her mouth parts, her eyes widening, and while I hope she’ll say she loves me back, I know she won’t. She’s not ready. I don’t say the three words for her to repeat them; I say them because I need her to know how much I truly love her. How she is my world. My future—and more. Gazing into her worried eyes, I whisper, “Trust me to guide us through this, mami. I got you. You know that, right?”

She nods without even seeming to think about it. “I’m scared,” she whispers, and I cup her jaw with more force. “I don’t want you to realize?—”

“I got you.” I can’t let her finish her sentence. If she does, she’ll believe her words, and I refuse to allow that to happen. Her lip wobbles, and I smile down at her. “Now, are you ready, or do I need to drop to my knees and suck that pretty pussy until you’re coming so hard you remember that I’m completely yours?”

Her breath hitches and desire fills her hazel gaze, erasing the fear that was there before. I smile triumphantly, and I don’t give her time to answer. I fall to my knees before the love of my life, and I remind her just who I am.

Hers.

CHAPTER 29

Elliot

Even after two orgasms, I’m still wound so tightly, I can hardly breathe.

I’ve thought up every single scenario for how things can go with Alex’s mom. I’m prepared for the off chance this goes well—and the better chance of this going downhill quick. My biggest fear is that she’ll talk him into not caring for me and not wanting to be with me. The rational part of me, which was just dressed by him and given the most fulfilling orgasms, tells me that I’m being nonsensical. That he already bought me a ring and told me nothing would change his mind.

But surely his mom can?

And then there is my past.

I glance over at him, and I almost word-vomit it all. Just so that when his mom decides to hate me, it’ll be easier for him to do the same. The look on his face stops me. Alex drives with ease, no worry etching his features like how it etches mine. His body isn’t taut. He isn’t breathing funny… He’s just driving.

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