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I chuckle. “Baby, you will be ten times more gorgeous when you’re round with my child. Every day you’ll get prettier. I can’t wait to watch you grow.” I lean in farther and whisper. “And your breasts are going to be spectacular.”
She rolls her eyes again. “They’re going to be huge and heavy and sag.”
“They will be so fucking sexy.”
She shudders. “I’ve read they won’t be yours at all while I’m nursing a baby. I won’t want you near them until the baby is done nursing.”
I shake my head. “I’ll be near them all the time, and you will be nursing our babies for several years.” I lift a brow.
She gasps. “How many kids do you want?” Her voice is high-pitched.
I shrug. “We’ll see. Five? Six? Ten?”
Her eyes widen. “You expect to keep me pregnant back-to-back for the next ten years?”
I wiggle my brows at her. “If I can help it.”
She shakes her head, but her cheeks are a rosy pink. She can deny the appeal all she wants, but her body agrees with me. She pulls one arm across her breasts to press against them, but not before I see her puckered nipples through the thin material of her dress and lace bra. She also squeezes her thighs together. My girl is turned on by the idea of getting knocked up.
“You’ll see.”
She shakes her head again. “I’m not signing up for more than one or two kids, preferably a few years apart.”
I grin. “At least five, and we’re not using birth control.”
She stares at me, licking her lips. “Dallas…”
“Yes, baby?”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“But you love me.”
Her shoulders sag. “Yeah.”
Chapter 19
Arianna
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We’re in the second dress shop when it happens. Dallas is sitting in an armchair outside of the large fitting room. We argued for several minutes about me coming out to show him every dress, but he won the debate, of course. So, I keep coming out to display each dress, and he keeps smiling his approval.
The fourth dress I try on is the one. I know it before the saleswoman even zips up the back. It’s form-fitting and hugs my body in all the right places. It’s a very pale pink, which Dallas insisted on instead of white because he has determined I like pink.
He’s right. I do like pink. I just don’t wear it often at work.
I come out of the fitting room, grinning, knowing this dress is perfect. As soon as I step into view, Dallas stops breathing. His eyes are wide, and his jaw drops open.
“Baby…” he whispers.
“Yeah…” I turn toward the three-paneled mirror to take in the entire look as Dallas rises and walks closer to stand behind me. His hands come to my bare shoulders. The dress is tea-length and lacey. It’s sleeveless, so my shoulders are bare. The bodice hugs my breasts perfectly and makes my waistline look extremely narrow. It flares out slightly from my waist to mid-calf.
Dallas kisses my shoulder. “This is the one. So fucking sexy,” he whispers in my ear.
As he backs up, I notice a woman standing to the side. She’s staring at me. I assume she’s a customer because she has several items draped over her forearm. Her eyes widen when we make eye contact.
Fuck.
