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Please, don’t walk away. Not this time. We can do this together. We can finally have our forever.

All my love,

Hunter xxx

And just like that, Hunter Devane pulled me back in with a few words. For every negative, there are an infinite number of positives. The biggest one being, I love him. I always have.

But my concerns over his niece haven’t gone away. His lack of awareness as to how close her story is to our own is maddening. Loving him doesn’t mean agreeing with him.

Our time together is precious, and I plan to use it to help him see the error of his ways. Maybe my presence could be a benefit to Tilly. Maybe, just maybe, I could help a fellow woman live the life she wants, assuming arranged marriage isn’t it.

Hunter and I have a future to look forward to, and I hope to help those around us do the same.

Chapter twenty-five

Hunter's Residence, London

Christmas Day, 2023

Hunter

“Do you think you’re pregnant yet?” I whisper to Isabella. She’s still half asleep as I curl in behind her, wrapping my arms around her stomach. She doesn’t respond, so I flex my hips, pushing my cock between her butt cheeks. A small groan slips from her lips, but once again she doesn’t open her eyes, much to my annoyance.

I lean over and kiss her cheek softly. This time, her eyes flutter open. She blinks sleepily, as if only realizing she isn’t still asleep. My mood immediately lifts on having her attention.

“Morning,” she mutters, her voice a little hoarse. “What were you asking?”

“Do you think there is a baby in there?” My fingers brush her stomach, where I hope our child will soon lie, and she giggles.

“We’ve only just started trying,” she scolds, but I don’t care. When I want something, I will do everything in my power to make it happen. I want her pregnant by the new year, however ridiculous the notion sounds. This has to happen.

“When can you take a test?”

This time, her eyes pop open wide, and she pulls her pillow from beneath her head. It bounces off my face before I can put my hands up to stop it. Her head disappears below the duvet, and all I can see is bright red fingernails against the white. Tugging it downward, her grip tightens. If she thinks some cotton and feathers will keep me from talking to her, she’s mistaken.

“Bella,” I whisper, ducking below the sheets so we are both within a makeshift tent. “I want to know.”

“You’re fucking never-ending. You don’t just decide to have a baby and one is put in there. This isn’t an embryo ordering service.” My fingers skim over her naked body to between her legs—she’s still swollen from our love-making during the night. Her knees drop open on cue, and my cock hardens immediately. So well trained already even though she doesn’t realize it.

“I’ll keep trying until there is one.” I push two fingers inside her, and she opens beautifully on command. “Still wet for me, you’re such a good girl. My perfect wife.”

Wide, dark eyes hold mine as I pump inside her, preparing her pussy for me again. Last night had been incredible. We spent hours enjoying one another, her wrapped around my cock as I filled her full, wanting to implant myself within her and watch our baby grow.

“Hunter, I don’t want this baby fixation to be only that,” she says, quietly. She snaps me out of my recollections of the previous night. The uncertainty in her tone knocking my confidence.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we’ve only just reconnected after years apart. This is meant to be temporary. Do you not think this is all a bit…”

“A bit what?” I snap, a little too sharply. She scowls, annoyed by my outburst. Her attitude can change as quick as my own. Together we can be explosive in both good and bad ways.

“Fast, Hunter. Do you not think this is all a bit fast?” Her words tumble out, her tone somewhere between frustrated and upset. I throw back the duvet exposing us both. She visibly shivers as the cool winter air hits her skin.

“No, Bella.” I sit up, and she rises to join me. Her breasts hang free, dark curls fallen forward hiding them. “I’ve waited twenty years to live with you by my side. I want to give you everything you want. I know a child is one of those desires.” Her gaze flits away then back. She bites her lips nervously. “I want you, Bella. I want our life to be together as a family. I’m taking this time to prove I can be the husband you need.”

“There is a difference between needing and wanting,” she mutters. “We can want someone who is not good for us. Needing someone is different.”

My confidence in us wavers for a moment. I’m confused about where her concerns have stemmed from. Sure, this current situation we are in is new. Our time together is divided by decades, but how can she dispute how I feel for her? I’ve put my heart on the line since she walked back into my life.

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