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“Gotta go!” She ran out the door, headed back to the main property. Gray laughed, smiling at Hazel.

“I think you’re about to become a grandmother.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

“Hi,” said Brix, watching his wife come through the door. “How was the doctor’s visit?”

“Great. Perfect. Stupendous,” she laughed.

“Wow, okay, that’s a lot of adjectives for a doctor’s visit,” he grinned.

“I’m okay, Brix. There’s nothing wrong with me. I can get pregnant, carry a child, have a child or two or three. As many as we want!”

“What? I don’t understand,” he frowned.

“Neither do I, but we’re going to figure all of that out,” she said, walking toward him. She tugged the t-shirt over his head while kicking off her own shoes. She unzipped her shorts, dropping them to her feet, and then took off her own tank top.

“Now, Brix. Let’s make a baby. Now.” Brix laughed, picking her up in his arms.

“Are you sure? We have plenty of time.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, writhing against him. “Okay. Now.”

Stripping as they moved toward the bedroom, Brix had her lying face up so she could see him. Her body was beautiful. Small, with just the right amount of curves. Her breasts were perfect for her body, her tiny waist cinched in. The mold of her ass cheeks made his cock so hard he was in pain.

Daphne reached out, tugging, stroking until he moved closer.

“Daph, baby, you’re going to make me cum,” he moaned.

“Inside me now, Brix. I want to feel all of you. Inside me.”

Brix didn’t need to be told twice. He’d gone slowly, gently during their honeymoon. He didn’t want to bring back memories for her. Turns out she’d had her face buried in a pillow the whole time her sadistic ex-husband raped her. It might have been for the best. She didn’t have to envision his fat face when making love to another man. Brix made sure this experience was different. Vastly different.

Her small body seemed to stretch to accommodate his massive length and girth. All of it fitting her body like they were made to be together. As she lifted her body to meet his thrusts, Brix was coming unglued.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned.

“I need you, Brix. I need it all,” she said, giving a gentle squeeze to his balls.

“Ughhhh!” he growled, releasing inside her as she shuddered with happiness. Brix settled his forehead against hers, kissing her sweetly at first, and then suddenly, she had him rolled over and was riding his semi-hard cock.

“Baby, we don’t have to make a baby all in one session,” he laughed.

“You don’t understand,” she smiled. “It’s like the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders. I want babies, Brix. Lots of babies.”

“As many as you fucking want,” he said, rocking into her as she lifted up and down on his cock.

After the fifth orgasm, they realized they’d made love the entire afternoon. Showering, they walked to dinner, only to find everyone grinning in their direction. It felt as though the whole world knew what they’d been doing, but then again, news at Belle Fleur traveled fast, and this was good news, which always traveled twice as fast.

“I think they know,” she whispered with a blush. Brix could only laugh.

“Honey, they always know.”

They filled their plates and joined the rest of Brix’s teammates at the long dinner table. Walker and Mags were doing great but still hadn’t set a date for their own wedding. As long as she was happy, Walker wasn’t going to push her. Leif and Ellie, Major and Elena were there, as well as Alistair, Garr, Sebastian, and Forrest. Maddie and Em were home as well, both deciding to take a sabbatical from work to ensure that Mags continued to be on the mend.

They told stories as the night went on about when they were children together, when they were on a team together, and mostly stories about their parents and how amazing they were.

“My parents were different,” said Daphne, shaking her head. “My father was always easy to talk to. He was gone a lot, spending a great deal of time in London. He was brilliant when it came to government work and understanding Britain’s laws, but we were never terribly close because he was gone so much. My mother’s main goal was climbing the social ladder. She was always trying to impress the aristocracy.”

“Do you think she felt as though she had to do more, be more, because of her race?” asked Mags.

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