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Together on the bed, I stared down into those soft baby blues, putting my hand on her stomach. Adley sighed, a tired smile still in place on her features.

“I think you can tell, but I’m fucking thrilled. You’re creating a human, our human. It’s…it’s a raw sense of power and connection I haven’t known before.”

She giggled. “Look at you getting all deep. Mostly, it feels like a raw sense of nausea and exhaustion to me."

I grabbed her chin, making her look at me as I held her stare. “Whatever you need. You fucking tell me all of it. Understood?”

“I will.” Adley held my hand where it claimed her face.

With another long sigh, Adley snuggled deeper into the bed. “Rest is what I’m feeling right now.”

Making her look at me one more time, I held her chin as I covered her lower belly with my other hand.

“Tomorrow, we’re getting you a dress. I’m not waiting another minute to make you my wife.”

Her eyes flared wide. “Tomorrow? Liketomorrowtomorrow?”

Smirking down at her, I used my knee to guide Adley’s legs further apart. “I’d do it now if I didn’t have other plans.”

She looked at me like I’d lost my damn mind. “Pregnancy and a proposal is a lot for one day, and now you want to add…”

Adley let the innuendo speak for itself. If she was going the nonverbal route, then I could, too. I reached for the hem of her leggings and then yanked them down, taking her panties with me.

“Ivan!”

I wasn’t listening to any of her protests right now, though. Adley was carrying my child, and along with the swirl of emotions that brought, there was also this thrum of possessiveenergy that gripped me, making me want to claim her as mine all over again.

Squirming, Adley tried to redirect me, but as always, I was taking what I wanted from my sweet, feisty girl, and she was going to lay back and take it. I tossed her pants to the side, lying between her legs and reaching up for one of Adley’s breasts as I spread her for me with the other.

She moaned low, her breaths flowing in and out in quick succession. “Ivan, I…You know what, never mind. Go for it. Maybe it’ll make me feel better.”

I smiled just before diving in, dragging my tongue through her slit and finding the growing wetness that was always so responsive for me. I was going to make her come at least twice on my tongue before sinking my cock inside her.

My perfect girl. Pregnant and claimed and mine.

Chapter 23 - Adley

“Absolutely not. Do you see how many ruffles that has? No.”

I shook my head, almost laughing, as Ivan shoved the monstrosity that was that dress back into place on the rack. He had no idea what he was doing when it came to wedding gowns, and I didn’t blame him.But ruffles? Bell sleeves? I mean, come on. Who does he think I am? I am not a girly girl. No way.

“And no veils. We’re not exactly your traditional couple. I don’t think a veil is necessary.”

He shrugged, stepping away from the massive collection of white dress after white dress. I was being annoying right now; I knew it. But apparently, I was getting married today—while pregnant, no less—and I was feeling a bit grumpy about the pace.

Talk about a short engagement, right?

And yes, it was most definitely the hormones and the nervousness. Hell, as much as I didn’t want to think about it right now, it was also the fact that I was kind of…excited. I wasn’t that girl who fantasized about getting married, but it had crossed my mind. I wanted a partner to spend my life with as much as most people did.

And now it was sort of happening. It is in a bizarre fashion, but it is happening nonetheless.

“All right, sweetheart. I tried. I’m going over here now.”

Ivan plopped down on one of the overlarge plush chairs, and I sighed.Whoops.

“I’m sorry. It’s just…it’s a wedding dress, Ivan. It needs to fit who I am.”

“I get it. I do.” He cocked his head, squinting. “Well, as much as I can anyway. Just hurry up if you can. I’d rather not spend the day in this damn shop. There’s a much more appealing place back home.”

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