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“He’s just jealous because I’m not a stuffed shirt like him,” my brother whispers to Max loud enough for me to hear. “He’s mad because you steal her time too. Maybe he needs to give you a sibling soon, so you have a friend to play with.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Renee says, returning to the living room with a smile and a jar of food for the little guy.

“Trust me when I say I’m trying to knock up my bride-to-be.”

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It’s taken three months to get here, but here we are. I smile down at Renee, my heart in my throat as I slide the ring on her finger, then hear the words I’ve longed to hear. “I now pronounce you man and wife.” I wrap my hand around her waist and drag her to me with my head coming down and swooping in for the kiss that will seal our lives forever together.

“You messed up now. I’m never letting you go.” The crowd cheers, interrupting our moment. I take her hand and lead her down the aisle as my lovely wife. I’m a lucky man.

I can’t wait to get to our hotel. As soon as we get in the limo, I have her legs spread, and my face between her thighs. I growl and eat her until she screams my name. “Damn, your pussy tastes sweeter,” I say with a smirk.

“Well, that’s because I’m carrying your baby.”

I pull back and lean against the back of the seat. “For real?”

“No, for fake. Yes of course.”

“Hell yeah. Come on, baby. Let me see.” I lift up her dress a little more and kiss her belly. Damn, I’m twice as lucky.

Epilogue

Renee

Today is the sentencing phase for Cherry and her lover. I hate her, but she gave me the life I have today. If it wasn’t for her selfishness, I wouldn’t have met Liam.

“Relax, baby; you’re going to do just fine.”

“You can tell I’m stressed?” He rubs his hand on my lower back as he guides me up the courthouse steps.

“You’ve clenched your teeth all the way here; your entire body feels like a rock. You need to calm down and relax and think about our baby.” He rubs my belly lately and then gives me a kiss on the cheek. I’m thirty-nine weeks pregnant which means that our little one can come at any moment. Their trial would have taken longer if it wasn’t for her lawyer lover demanding a speedy trial.

I entered the courthouse with cameras flashing and reporters demanding comments from me. “Leave my wife alone before I have you arrested for harassment.”

“Let’s not worry about them.” I press my hand on his chest, loving the way he’s so protective over me. I clench my fists on the lapels of his suit.

“You have me worrying about you,” he says, covering my hands with his.

“I think we’re going to miss this bit. I’m having our baby.”

“Move,” Liam snarls, scooping me in his arms. “My wife’s in labor.” He moves so fast that the paparazzi parts the way, so we get down the steps quickly. He has me back in the car as we make our way to the hospital in a matter of minutes, but I’msent home because I’m not dilated. They believe the stress of the trial set me off, but I need to wait because I’m not ready to pop exactly.

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A week has passed and we’re back to normal since my contractions stopped and our little guy is perfectly healthy. I take naps when Max does, so I can save my energy, but in the middle of my nap, the pains kick in. It wakes me abruptly from an unpleasant dream. Cherry got a long sentence for her crimes, and I’m a bit saddened that I missed the tears that she cried for herself. Her lawyer lover was disbarred and received probation. The nightmare was Cherry getting away with her crimes and she’s ruled not guilty. “Oh God,” I whimper. The pain is all real this time. I’m going into labor today.

I’m doing my best to remain calm, remembering to breathe when the pain hits. It’s freaking brutal, and Liam’s nowhere in sight. He’s in an important meeting. I don’t want to interrupt, but this is becoming unbearable. I need to get to the hospital; the contractions are coming closer together. “Owen, I’m about to have the baby.”

“Shit, I’ll get the car.”

He quickly leaves the condo while I get Max ready. He’s going to stay with Owen until Liam can take over. Owen’s bringing the car around while I call. My bag has been packed for a week and in the car already.

I dial his number, but he doesn’t pick up. Damn it; I cry out as another pain hits me, dropping my phone onto the wood floor. By the time the pain subsides, I realize that my phone is completely cracked. Great. It’s ringing, but I can’t see who’s calling and I can’t answer it.

Owen comes through the door with the nanny, who helps us with Max. She’s going to stay with him until we get back. I like her, and it looks like so does Owen.

“What’s going on?” he asks me. I look up at him and grunt, holding out my phone. “Shit. I’ll call the boss man.” He helps me to the bench near the front door, but I need a break and pull back.

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