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I kissed her forehead and hugged her closer to me—if that was even possible. “I'm serious. We'll set it up tomorrow.”

Her head shook slowly from side to side against my chest. “You're not paying for my school. Don't be stupid.”

The chuckle that burst out of me caused her head to bounce. “I'm not the one being stupid. I can afford your tuition. If I couldn't, I wouldn't offer.”

She didn't answer back. A minute later, all I heard was a soft snore from her.

She was exhausted.

From work.

From looking after me.

And probably from a thousand other things I didn't know about.

And I was going to find out what those things were.

Tomorrow.

12

Stefan

“Christ,” I said as Francesca peeled herself away from me. It literally felt like she had ripped half of me away. “What time is it?” I opened my eyes in the still deep darkness that surrounded us. Francesca was walking toward the bathroom.

“Shh, go back to sleep. It's early,” she whispered and continued on her way.

I figured she'd be back in a minute or two until I heard the shower on. The light shone out under the door, illuminating her shitty apartment a bit better.

Christ.

She deserved so much better than this.

And that was exactly what she was going to get. I was going to give Francesca the fucking world. Everything she wanted. And if that included going to school to get her nursing degree, then so be it. Who was I to judge someone else's passion in life?

Deep down, though, my hope was that she'd grow to love being a kept woman.

A kept wife.

My wife.

I'd keep her belly full of my babies. Planting a new one inside of her as soon as the last one emerged.

My cock hardened at that thought.

Francesca's big belly. Carrying my baby.

Fuck.

She'd look beautiful.

The water stopped, and I heard her rummaging around in the bathroom.

Five minutes later, she opened the door and headed straight for the small set of shitty drawers across from the bed. The light from the bathroom brightened the room somewhat.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice still groggy and filled with sleep.

“Go back to sleep. They called me in. Someone left sick. So I'll cover the rest of his shift before mine starts.” She pulled on her bra and panties and then her scrubs. It was a damn crying shame to cover up a body like that. Francesca was a fucking masterpiece.

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