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His eyebrows shoot up. “You didn’t?”

“Nope. It took a lot of learning, and I got things wrong along the way. But I tried my best, and that’s all a good parent can do, you know?”

He nods absentmindedly while I stroke over my stomach. Another movement has me smiling down at my hand, caressing the spot.

“Do you know what you’re having?” He nods toward my bump.

“No. I’ve been in ignorant bliss, hoping to drag the pregnancy out.”

His nose crinkles, and I shake my head at my lame attempt to explain.

“I didn’t want to do it alone, so I was kind of hoping it wasn’t really happening.” I giggle at how ridiculous it sounds.

“It’s definitely happening.” He gestures to bump.

The baby delivers me with yet another swift kick, reminding me I need to feed us, and I rub at my stomach. “Would you like a coffee?” I motion toward the kettle and grab one of the cookies I made for Bryce this morning.

“Is it Luwak?”

My hand comes to a stop on the kettle, and my eyes ping-pong over his face. “Huh?”

“Luwak. Is the coffee Luwak?” He waves his hand toward the coffeepot.

“I-I’m not sure.” I bite on my bottom lip. Is it Luwak?

He winces as if it will pain him to drink it, then he shakes his head. “It’s fine. I’ll have a coffee. Thank you.”

As I turn to make his drink, I can sense his eyes on me, and heat creeps up my spine and over my face at the thought of having his attention.

Jesus, why the hell do I have to be in such a confined space with my hot baby daddy.

As much as I try not to think of that night with Reed, in all honesty, it’s all I can think about.

Since falling pregnant, I’ve been ridiculously horny, and Reed’s face has been the leading role in my nightly dreams that leave me waking up covered in a sheen of sweat, with wetness pooling between my legs. It’s like he’s opened a part of me I never knew existed, and now I’m begging for it.

Constantly.

REED

Holy fuck, that’s fucking revolting. I spit the shit she calls coffee across the room, unable to help myself. “What the fuck is that?”

“Instant.”

I scrunch my nose, never having heard of it.

“Instant what? Poison.”

She laughs and wipes down the mess I created on the countertop. Her tits bounce as she does so, and I swear to Christ, my cock is seconds away from exploding.

Fuck.

This small space has to have frazzled my brain, because never in my life have I wanted a pregnant woman before now, and fuck, do I want her. Not only that, but I have a sudden urge to feel her stomach, caress it with my palms, hold it as I fuck her, knowing I put that there.

I created the bump that stretches her dress. Me.

That baby is mine.

Mine and Gia’s.

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