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I know exactly why his hands rest where they are. I hope he’s right, and that the test will only confirm it.

When he pulls away, he runs his fingers over my palm, leaving a crinkly round shape resting in my grip.

One of the chocolate truffles from the freezer.

All of his babies. I’ll have twenty of them.

Chapter 36

Dixon

Mid-morning sun breaks throughthe lightly swinging curtains when the air conditioning kicks on.

Shit, what time is it?

We didn’t crawl in bed until well past two. But seeing that buckskin colt be born healthy was worth every minute.

My next clinic rotation isn’t until next week, so I have all the time in the world.

Knowing that Paisley is in her crib means she can’t just run in here unannounced like the first few nights.

She’s better about staying in it, too. Saves Char and I the hassle of scurrying to cover up quickly.

The interruptions are always mid-stroke.

Makes the anticipation of release that much sweeter.

Maybe not this morning.

Brushing my palm between her snug tank top and the hem of her panties, I let it rest over her lower belly.

How long before I can feel the new life growing there?

Fuck, just the thought of it makes me rock hard.

I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated having my family until I met her. She makes me want to fill the world, surround ourselves with love and laughter. To bring more of her light is my new purpose in life.

Each tiny soul bearing a piece of her, so I’d never have to go a moment without a reminder of her.

The thought makes me want her so badly, my cock twitches in need.

My fingers move lower, slow enough not to wake her.

I just can’t stop myself from wanting to touch her.

Her pink lips purse in slumber, her dark lashes flutter over her cheeks, but she doesn’t wake when I reach the soft curls at the apex of her thighs.

The highlight of every day is watching her come undone.

Sliding further, I’m surprised to find her already wet. Is she dreaming of me?

It doesn’t matter, she’ll be screamingmyname by the time she wakes up.

Drawn to heat, she doesn’t twitch when I pull her panties down and nestle myself between her smooth legs.

Only when my mouth closes over her soft clit does she gasp before raising her arms and arching her chest from the mattress in a languid, moaning stretch.

“Morning, little momma.” I tug her hips closer, draping her knees over my shoulders so I can fully taste my girl.

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