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“Oh, okay. I won’t be long,” she said as went into the bathroom and shut the door. When she came out, she joined me in the bed and positioned herself like I was.

“You know we need to talk about what we are going to do.” I turned my head to face her.

“Yeah, I know,” she said, but instead of looking at me, she looked down at her hands.

“How about I tell you what I want? Then you can tell me if you agree or disagree?” I asked, then rested my hand on top of hers.

“Okay.”

“We’ve pretty much been living as a family since I got back. The only time you are at your house is to pick up mail and grab more clothes. I know you love Poppy, I can see it when you look at her. Just like I hope you can see it in my eyes when I look at you.” River’s head jerked in my direction.

“What?”

“I love you. I’m not going to push you for more than you can give, but I want you to know I want to marry you.” I put my hand up to stop her from interrupting. “I know you aren’t ready for that. I’m hoping you will let me know when you are. But I want you to move in here until that time comes. I may have missed the start of Poppy’s life, but I won’t miss one minute of our child’s. You are both mine. Do you agree, or do we need to hash this out some more?”

“What happen to agreeing or disagreeing?”

I grinned. “My original plan was to give you that option. But plans change.”

“Well, you seem to have it all worked out. Why even ask me what I want?”

“Because it is the polite thing to do.” I laughed when she pulled her hand from under mine and smacked my shoulder.

“You can be such an asshole.”

“I told you once before, I can, but I’m your asshole. Now, are you going to agree so I can love on you?”

“You fight dirty, Dom.”

“I’ll fight any way I have to—to get you.”

When I saw the tear roll down her cheek, under different circumstances, I would have cringed, but in this instant, I knew I’d won. Her whispered words validated it.

“Yes, I will officially move in. And you are right, I don’t think I’m ready to get married.”

“It’s on the table, you only need to tell me when you are.”

“Okay. Now didn’t you say something about loving on me.”

“Is that your way of telling me the conversation is over?”

“Yes,” she said, and I kissed her, then pulled her sleep shirt over her head.

I shifted down on the bed and pulled River with me. After I slipped her panties off, I removed my boxers, then rolled, positioning me on top.

Leaning on one arm to keep my full weight off her, I used my other hand to trace her nipples. Teasing them as I watched them pebble.

Taking her mouth, I kissed her. She was mine and couldn’t imagine my life without her in it. I fought to take it slow, needing to show her gentle.

I broke the kiss and looked down at her. Her eyes shone with lust.

“You are my perfect match,” I said. I gazed down at her firm, round breasts and smiled.

Lowering my head, I ran my tongue over the hardened peak and River squirmed, her body responding to my every touch.

“Dom,” she said my name as if it were a plea.

“You need loved slow. We always rush,” I whispered and palmed her breast. I loved how it fit into my hand perfectly. After showing each one attention, I began to move my hand down. My fingers barely touching her skin as I moved them over where our daughter or son grew.

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