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But this one is different.

Not because it looks wider or shines brighter than before. Just because it’s the grin I received when I first found out I was pregnant.

Tyler guides me from the room. “We have to tell them!” And I blink, slow, processing. “There is so much to do.”

“Right. Um, a doctor. A pregnancy doctor, and erm.” My brain stops working.Pregnant.I end up back in their parents’ old room and look at Donnie and Dexter. Wide-eyed.

Donnie is squatting by a post when he notices me, lowers the drill in his hand, and rises slowly to his feet. “What? What is wrong, Pup?”

“I, um.”

Dexter frowns. “Baby girl?”

“I’m pregnant.” My shock breaks into a bright smile. “I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant. Are you happy? Are you ready? Please be ready?—”

Dexter is beside me before I can start freaking out. “Baby Girl.” He cups my cheeks and kisses my forehead, then my cheeks and lips. “Relax. Daddy has this. This is wonderful. I’m—We’reready. I already have an obstetrician picked. You’re on the full gold hospital cover. We are ready for you, Baby Girl. Whatever you need, whenever you need it.”

I nod, my breath in my throat, as I gaze at Donnie, who has the most stunning smile on his face. He looks younger, and yet… So grounded. “Congratulations, Pup.”

“And to you.” I inhale and sigh with happiness.

Molly jumps to her feet and grips her hips, sass rushing from her. “Why is everyone looking at my mum like that?”

I drop to my haunches so that we’re eye level as she approaches. “Molly.” Gripping her shoulders, I say, “Mummy might have a baby in her belly. It’s still early?—”

“Really?” she squeaks, her cheeks look as though they may pop open under the pressure of her excitement.

“Yes, Sweet Pea. But it isearly.Very early. So, it is still a secret. And we have to cross our fingers that it will all go smoothly. Sometimes?—”

“I have to redo my drawings sometimes,” she cuts in. “Is it like that? You might have to erase it and redraw?”

Sure.I nod, just happy she made that easy for me. “Exactly. Just send me lots of positive vibes.”

She pulls me into a tight embrace, her voice muffled against my hair. “I’m going to be the best big sister, I promise.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Six months later

Donnie

My wife is thick.

She’s always been the kind of woman who has the best bits in abundance. Men are rendered speechless when she enters a room, and boys are spellbound by the way her body moves as she crosses it. Unlike them, unlike men, just entirely all-natural female.

Vallie’s pregnancy started to bloom this month, and I’m. Fucking. Obsessed with her stomach. Tyler buries himself in those fucking, unbelievable tits, but I am hard as a rock every time I see the smooth skin poking out from under her too-small shirts. Nothing fits her right. And thank fuck for that.

I’d hate her to drown her shape in fabric. Not when it displays the body that carries our first-born Vaughn boy.

“What are you doing?” She tracks my movements as I circle her while she sits naked, cross-legged on the floor, then flicks her head back to follow Dexter, then Tyler. We prowl around our pregnant woman, wearing only our briefs.

We soak in her luscious figure. Wrists tied together with soft, faux leather. Each dimple in her thick as fuck thighs. The heavy curve of each full breast. Sweat slides between the two mounds. Her stomach protrudes.

Fuck.

Dexter rubs his cock through the fabric. “Are you comfortable, Baby Girl? Do you need some water before we start? Remember your safe word.”

Vallie glances at the cushion below her backside, shuffling and nodding. “I’m fine.” She frowns at me. “What are you playing at, Donnie? Answer me.”

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