Page 14 of Merry with a Single Dad

Losing my will, my fight, my breath. I kissed her harder, fucked her faster, and when her body spasmed underneath me, I let myself go.

Everything was tight, hot, and electric.

We exploded together in a tangle of overwrought emotions.

Unable to hold myself up, I collapsed on top of her, both of our chests heaving with needy breaths.

I scooched aside, meeting her mouth for one more kiss, and slipped my fingers through hers.

“Holy shit,” I muttered. “That was hot.”

Her kitten purr conveyed her agreement.

“Don’t fall asleep,” she said a minute later. “We need to wash your face paint off us.”

“Hmm?” I was too relaxed, enjoying the feel of her body against mine.

“You still have face paint on. And I’m wearing half of it.”

“I don’t care,” I said, preferring to stay right here in my bliss.

I knew she’d get up and wash her face before she fell asleep, but when I woke up the next morning, I’d still have proof that I’d lived out one of my wildest fantasies.

Chapter Six

Emily

“That’s the second time Gigi’s thrown up,” I said, almost gagging. “I’m going to take her to the vet.”

“Okay.” His response was simple enough, but I could tell he thought I was overreacting. “If anything happens to her, Celine will have my hide.”

Chris closed his eyes momentarily as he cupped my arms. “I know you’re nervous, babe, but I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“Probably.”

He pressed his lips together. “Better to be safe than sorry,” he said.

“Exactly.” I gave him a peck on the lips and grabbed Gigi’s leash. Even at the sight of it in my hands, she didn’t perk up. “See? Something’s definitely up,” I said, patting my thigh so she’d come to me.

Gigi looked at me with sad eyes as I clipped her leash to her collar.

“Maybe she misses Celine,” Chris said. “Or maybe she’s homesick.”

“Maybe,” I agreed, remembering this was the longest she’d been away from Celine or her own home. I pushed my fingers through Gigi’s curls and massaged her head and ears. “Do youmiss your mommy? Do you miss Celine?” I asked. Gigi’s tail, a tuft of snow-white, wagged at the mention of her master’s name.

“Be good,” I said to the three boys still sprawled out on the floor. Giving Chris a weak smile, I prayed nothing was wrong with the little princess.

Nothing could have prepared me for Dr. Gray’s assessment.

“Pregnant?” I repeated for what must have been the third time since she broke the news.

“About two weeks, I’d say,” she said.

“But how?” I looked at Gigi and thought I might be the one to throw up on the vet’s floor.

She tilted her head to the side, eyeing me like she wondered if she really needed to explain the birds and the bees to a grown woman.

I groaned. “That mother fucker! I’m sorry,” I apologized immediately as my insides knotted together again.

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