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“I want to be a good father. Iwillbe a good father.” I promise, sucking on her neck, plunging into her.

“You will be. I know it. Our baby is going to be so loved.” She says lifting her hips, caressing my back.

“I’m going to love you both, give you everything…” I groan in between her breasts taking a nipple and sucking. Her hand caresses my scalp as I worship her breasts.

“We only need you. You are everything,” she says breathily tipping her head back, offering her breasts to my greedy mouth.

I shake my head so she feels it in her hands. “You’ll never want for anything.” I thrust and suck hard at her at the same time.

“Only want you, just you.” And that’s when we come, both of us tumbling over the crest together, holding onto one another; my lips on hers taking her mouth the way I’m taking her body. She gives it all freely, willingly, beautifully. My wife. The mother of my child.

Once we’re done, we lay there holding onto one another in our dark bedroom. A million thoughts run through my mind about how I’m going to protect them, keep them safe from a man who’s hurt so many, his twisted sights on Gillian.

My head is on her chest, my hand caressing her stomach. “Do you think he feels us? You know, when we make love?” I ask her knowing absolutely nothing about a woman’s pregnant body. A situation I’m going to rectify immediately. I’ll be downloading whatever fucking guide to pregnancy books onto my iPad I can get my hands on. I need to know everything about our child, about what’s happening to her body and what I need to do and provide to make sure our baby comes into this world happy and healthy.

Gillian’s fingers run over my scalp, soothing the anxiety that’s building at the thought of how very little I know about being a dad. “I think our baby can feel love. But according to Bree, she’s having regular wild monkey sex with Phil.” Her face contorts, and I wonder if it’s because she still has feelings for her first sexual partner. She looks down, and her brows furrow. “It’s like talking about my brother and sister having sex. It kind of grosses me out.”

I laugh and kiss her stomach, running my finger over the flat surface, imagining her growing bigger. It’s going to be awesome to see.

She lets out a breath. “Anyway her doctor said regular sex is totally fine as long as she feels fine.”

“No restrictions?” I ask, very interested in this part.

Her shoulders go up and down. “I don’t know.”

“We need to get you in to see the doctor as soon as possible.” I move to get up but she holds me down.

“Where are you going? Chase, we need to sleep. We have a really, long day in the hospital tomorrow.” Her green eyes show concern, and I melt giving her a kiss.

“I need to get my iPad. I want to download some books about pregnancy.”

She looks over at the clock. “At two in the morning?” I can see why she’d think that was strange, but the need to know what’s happening within her is nagging at my subconscious. “Chase, we don’t even know how far along I am. And we can’t tell anyone,” she warns.

I sit up and look at her, my temperature rises, the relaxed feelings I just had, leave me quickly. I hold her gaze, mine probably hard and unrelenting. “I’m fucking tellingeveryone. My wife is pregnant, and I want the god damned world to know it.”

She smiles and shakes her head. “Baby, we can’t tell anyone until we know how far along I am and that the baby is okay. Plus, we haven’t even told anyone we’re married. I’d like to tell them when everything has calmed down, and we can celebrate. Maybe when Kat’s out of the woods, or out of the hospital.”

I understand her point, but I don’t like it. “I’ll think about it.”

“You do that. For now, can you please lay back down and hold me. I’m so tired,” she whines and I give in, pulling her into my arms, sliding the front of my naked body against hers. Once we’re on our sides and intertwined, she releases a contented sigh. “You really okay with this?” she asks, her tone nervous.

I lay a hand over her where my child is nestled safely. “I’m very okay with this. We’re just having our family a little sooner than we planned, but somehow, it makes it better because it just happened. And we have something to look forward to.”

She places her hand over mine. “Yeah, something to look forward to. I like that, Chase. No, Ilovethat.”

Before long her body gets heavy and her breath evens out in sleep. I lay there caressing her stomach in our dark room.

“I will protect you, little one. I will do whatever it takes. You will never know pain the way your mom and I did. I swear it.”

I fall asleep imagining a dark-haired, little boy with pale skin, and his mother’s bright green eyes.

Chapter Seventeen

Daniel

The alarmon my phone sounds and I look down at the display. Looks like the blonde bitch is taking a call from the rich fucker. I sit back on my bed at my adopted brother’s place and click the phone. Stupid bitch never knew I put the device on her cell. It’s a piece of technology I, myself, invented. The device allows me to listen in to her calls while they are taking place with no one being the wiser. So when her phone rings, my display gives a special alarm, and I can see what she sees on her cellphone. In this instance it says Chase Davis Calling.

Not that I especially want to hear the fucker’s voice, but I do want to find out what’s going on with my girl and glean any information possible on how I can once again take her from the prick, whisk her away to Canada where no one will ever be able to find her.

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