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“Yeah,” she replies, smiling so wide I’m sure her cheeks hurt.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” I say.

That’s all the warning I give her before I’m leaning in and capturing her mouth in a hot kiss full of passion. Julie makes a surprised noise against my lips before responding with equal fervor. I wonder if she can understand all of the things I’m trying to say with this gesture – that I truly mean it when I say I want a future with her, that I love her for her mind and her body, that I want this forever.

When she grabs my wrist and pulls me closer, I know that I’m getting my message across.

Epilogue

10 Years Later

Blaine

I think the most useful thing that I learned during my master’s program was the art of grading papers. When I was in school, I was sure that I’d never read through another student’s work after graduation; but, I never thought I’d end up pursuing teaching. It was actually my proximity to Julie that showed me where my passions lie. As she prepped to become a history teacher, my interest was piqued. Now, I’m in my fifth year at a university two towns over while she has a ragtag group of high school students that discovered their love of history through her lessons.

Getting here wasn’t an easy feat for either of us. About two years into our relationship, Julie got pregnant with our son, Sam. We were engaged at the time, so we moved the wedding up. Then, four months later, our perfect baby boy was born. Despite the hardships of raising him while Julie was in school and I worked, we definitely want another. In fact, we’ve been trying to conceive.

I shake my head and try to get my focus back on the stack of essays in front of me. It’s the last assignment I’ve given prior to the final exam. There’s a little bit of a time crunch when it comes to get these grades in, and if I’m able to save myself from grading at home, that’s exactly what I intend on doing. I want as much time with my little family as I can get.

I’m just finally getting into the swing of things when there’s a knock at my door. I push the pages aside and invite whoever it is in. I imagine that it’s one of my students with questions about the final exam, which is precisely why I’m holding these office hours.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Julie asks, poking her head through the doorway.

“Well, I was having a blast grading these papers,” I say sarcastically, rising from my chair and crossing the room to meet her and pull her into a kiss. “But I suppose I could make time for my favorite girl.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” she says with a brilliant grin.

As I look down the length of her body and drink her in, I notice an envelope in her hand. I reach for it, asking, “What is this?”

“I got it at my doctor’s appointment,” she says excitedly. “You should open it.”

I raise an eyebrow in question, but I do as she says. I slide the folded-up page out and open it carefully. At first I’m not sure what I’m looking at, but then I see it. There’s a spike in her hormone levels. A spike that means she’s pregnant.

“Are you–”

“Yes!” she says, cutting me off. “I’m probably only six or seven weeks along, but we’re having another baby. I just couldn’t wait to tell you!”

“Julie!” I exclaim, pulling her into my arms and kissing her hard. “This is so exciting!”

“I know,” she giggles. Then, she drops her voice low and says, “I think we should celebrate.”

“And how do you propose we do that?” I ask, already having an idea of where this is going.

“I think you should lock the door.”

I waste no time in letting go of her and doing as she says. After the bolt clicks into place, I turn around to find her already leaning against my desk, a flirty expression on her face. Apparently, my suspicions were correct.

I cross the room with a few short strides, grabbing Julie’s face and kissing her hard when I stop in front of her. She responds enthusiastically, her hands sliding down my chest and grabbing at my semi-hard cock through my slacks.

“You’re so eager for it, aren’t you?” I ask teasingly when I lean away from her mouth.

“Yes, daddy,” she says, batting her eyelashes at me innocently.

“Fuck,” I curse, the word going straight to my dick. “Call me that again.”

“What?” she asks, unable to keep the smirk off of her face. “Daddy?”

“Yes,” I growl, grabbing onto her waist and pulling her against to kiss her wildly.

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