Page 199 of The Baby Bargain

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We're going to make a baby.

We're going to make a baby and I'm atwitter over whether or not he loves me.

But then it's not like the two are unrelated.

If we could have everything, if I could really believe he's all mine, that he won't leave—

I'm scared to want it.

But I do.

I want the dream. A doting husband, a healthy kid, a booming job, a house with a picket fence.

Chase would be such a good dad.

He will be such a good dad.

He breaks our kiss. Tugs at my hair as he stares into my eyes. "I mean it."

"Huh?" I'm lost in those baby blues.

"I want to watch you fuck yourself."

Oh.

"You made a demand earlier." He catches my lip with his thumb. "You sticking with that?"

"Yes."

"Yes?" He raises a browyou can do better than that.

"Fuck yes."

His lips curl into a smile. "Mine first."

I shake my head. "Mine first. Take it or leave it."

He smiles. "Princess, you're gonna be the death of me."

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I wakeup in Chase's arms.

November first. What a beautiful day. Big yellow sun. Bright blue sky. Brisk breeze.

Chase's strong tattooed arms.

His ink is so sexy. I was never into that before. Having older brothers with tattoos kinda ruins the appeal of the so-called bad boy.

But Chase wearing his heart on his sleeves—

Mmm.

I pry myself out of bed, brush my teeth, wash my face, fix tea.

He joins me in the kitchen. Wraps his arms around my waist. Brings his lips to my neck. "You think you're going somewhere?"

"Work." I melt into his touch. "I have a class at eleven."

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