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He kissed me so deeply, so passionately that I knew what he was saying without words.
He pulled his lips from mine and then buried his face in my neck.
... and then I felt it.
Or I should say, them.
Wetness hit my skin.
I rubbed my hands over his shoulders as they shook beneath my fingers.
My man.
My strong man.
Then he lifted his head, and his caramel-colored eyes were brimming with tears.
His eyes locked on mine, and he whispered, “Never give you reason to ever leave me.”
I nodded, “I know.”
Then he winked, “Stars are wincing.”
I grinned.
Xander
I had just finished rubbing lotion into her skin when she asked, “What is one thing you regret in life? One thing, Xander.”
I lay there as I thought about what she asked.
And knew I didn’t have any regrets... but one.
“I wish I had shot the liquified cocaine into my mother’s vein a hell of a lot sooner.”
My woman just stared at me, then a slow smile spread across her face... “Same.”
And that was my woman.
My entire world.
Having my back without even trying.
***
Her stomach was growing each day, and it was a marvel to see.
The day she told me she was pregnant was the third-best day of my life.
The first was when she said that she only wanted me as I was.
The second was when I slid my rings onto her left hand.
And at the start of each week since that day, we took a picture in the foyer with her back to my front, and my hands splayed protectively over her belly.
Right now, those protective instincts were front and center.
It was the fourth of July, and she was trying to get me to agree to go to Mardi Gras in the French Quarter.
