Page 143 of His Big Bad Stick

“You’re supposed to feel different, kitten.”

“The idea of things getting bigger. As a woman…”

“Bigger tits is always nice.”

“Wow. Thanks.”

“You have nothing to worry about. You are fucking vicious with this stuff.”

“I learned from the best.”

“Yeah, so did I, Abrielle. Yet here we are. Defying the odds left for us to deal with.”

“What does that make us then?”

“Whatever we want to be,” I whisper.

I kiss her forehead.

She closes in on me and I hold her.

Her naked body is a warm heaven for my fingertips to explore.

“Colver,” she whispers. “What happened after that night…”

“We’re here now.”

“You got into huge trouble, didn’t you? That’s why you and your father had a falling out, isn’t it?”

My jaw tightens.

Abrielle looks at me.

“Things were never easy with my father. Ever.”

“But I added to it.”

“You didn’t add a thing.”

“Yes I did, Colver. I went to that party…”

“That was a long time ago, kitten. Do we have to?”

“It messed up our lives.”

“Look where we ended up,” I say. “We’re here in my bed and you’re carrying my baby.”

“I just want to know if I… fucked things up… for you…”

“Yeah, kitten, you did.”

“Colver.”

“No. You did. You fucked everything up.”

Abrielle swallows hard and looks ready to cry.

She’s waiting for me to add something romantic to that.

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