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“Is there anything I can do?” I’ve seen a lot of critters have little ones, but never a person.

How nervous am I going to be if Libby has one?

Cold sweat prickles my forehead.

But Lori smiles. “Blue, I appreciate it. We’re ready.” She’s so calm, the only sign of pain is the slight twinge in her cheeks when she pauses.

“Sorry, bud. We gotta go. I’m swinging Jack by Dixon’s so Char can watch him.” Mason’s already standing at the door with his boots and hat on, bouncing his giggling one year old on his arm.

“Oh. Yea. Shit. Let me get out of here.” I scramble and gather up all the papers, leaving the check sitting on the table. “First payment.” I point as I stand.

“Easy, Blue. It ain’t coming in the next ten minutes.” Mason looks more relaxed than I feel.

I watch him help Lori to his truck, guiding her in while expertly juggling their son.

He’s made to be a dad.

I hope I can be as steady as him when my turn comes.

He gets Jack buckled into the backseat, then moves to climb behind the wheel.

It startles me into action.

“Mason?” I hate to bug him about it, but it’s bothering me.

“Yep?” He pauses, half in, half out.

“The pictures, what do they have in common?” I have to know.

He takes a rapid inhale, his lips thinning.

“Me. I’ve had some sort of dealings with every single one of them.”

Fuck, Libby and I are tied to him now.

Chapter Thirty-eight

Libby

“Did you see howtiny he is?” I can’t get over how adorable baby Benjamin is. I don’t know how I managed to wait a week before getting to see him.

It just lights a fire in me wanting my own.

Blue traces my bare leg that’s draped over his hip and thigh. His feathery touch raises goosebumps in his path.

“Are they always that small?” The vibration in his chest rumbles against my ear.

“They grow fast. Paisley went from newborn to sassy toddler overnight.” And I love her more every day.

He flattens his palm, letting it rest just below the swell of my ass. “I’d be afraid to hold him. I might break him.”

I turn my chin onto his chest so I can see him. “It’s because you want him to be safe. That’s why you won’t hurt him.” My vision gets blurry as tears well in my eyes. Reaching up, I stroke the whiskers on his jaw gently. “You’re going to be an amazing daddy someday.”

He reaches between my legs, cupping my the mound of my pussy. “You keep letting me fill you up, itwon’t take very long at all,” he growls. Then his touch shifts to my lower belly. “I can’t wait to see you swell.” His fingers rise to brush my nipple. “And fill with milk.” His groan rekindles the ember burning in my loins.

“I’ll be a dairy cow,” I laugh as he tips me back. His burning mouth circles the beaded bud before he sucks it between his teeth.

“Mmhmm. I’ll claim one, Junior can have the other.” He draws on my breast, the vacuum of his tongue tugging on an invisible thread that tingles deep inside me.

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