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“I can’t imagine what it’s like to be a doctor,” she said, her eyes soft.

“You work with children, I think it might be similar.” That made her laugh. “Would you like to come over?” I asked, needing her company to take my mind off of things.

Jess’s smile grew into a knowing one while she said, “Yes, but I can’t stay too late.”

“You’ve got a hot date or something?”

“Or something.”

Caging her between my arms and the car, I nipped at her bottom lip. “You want to have a hot date right now?”

“Yes, please.”

The ride to my apartment was quick, Jessica following in her car like she always did. If I wasn’t overly tired and completely hot for her, I’d probably be overthinking the fact that she always did that.

But it was only her I thought about. As soon as we walked into my apartment, my hands were on her and her mouth was on me. We were a bundle of steamy kisses and groping fingers.

Laying her down on the sofa, I played with the hem of her dress before pulling it up, and licking her moistening clit through her panties. Going in again, and nearly ripping her panties off, I finally stopped thinking about my day.

I was in heavenly bliss.

Chapter 13: Jessica

Abby’s giggles ran out across the backyard, and I admired the pure joy of a happy child. Out of everything else happening around me, I took solace in that simple fact.

With my daughter playing intently, I went back to looking through pictures of my phone—pictures of Grant.

I’d been feeling more and more guilty about keeping this huge secret from him. Every time I looked at Abby, I saw him, and vice versa. Then I succumbed to guilt and considered telling him every single time. Yet, I never did.

This morning was bittersweet waking up by myself. Last night was an amazing night with him and I desperately wanted to stay with him. For both our sakes, I left before we could give in to the urge. And when I got home, I climbed into bed with Abby, holding her close while wondering what it would be like if I didn’t have to leave Grant every time. If he would be lying with us, just like that.

Half the time, I wondered what he must think of me always leaving him hanging. Grant wasn’t stupid and he must’ve picked up on my behavior already. Even knowing that, I still didn’t tell him.

With that, I woke up feeling nostalgic and wishful, and needing a day with my baby.

Swiping right, another picture of him popped up, and I chuckled at his funny face. The pictures were from that long ago night, the ones I looked at every day for three months after finding out I was pregnant with no way to contact him.

I sat in that very spot with my mom, showing her some of the more…appropriatepictures of Grant while we talked about who the baby would look like the most. She hoped Abby would be a replica of me, just like I was the mirror-image of her.

Three generations of beautiful women, my father had said. He wasn’t wrong.

Although Abby had some of my features, I was thankful she had her father’s looks so I at least had a piece of him with me.

She had the same disarming smile as him, and the same single dimple on the left side of cheek. The same cheekiness. Beside the color of her eyes and hair, Abby was Grant’s image. A piece of him that would be with me forever. Now, however, I had the real thing.

If Grant ever saw her, there would be no doubt in his mind whose daughter she was.I should probably tell him, I considered again.

“Mommy!” Abby ran up to me, her arms wide open and immediately climbed onto my lap.

“Hiya, baby.” I snuggled into her, using my nose to tickle her neck which had her squirming in my lap.

“That’s ticklish!”

“Is it? How about this?” Using my free hand, I tickled her stomach, and she bursted out into more laughter.

“Stop, Mommy! Stop,” she said through her giggles.

Planting a big, sloppy kiss on her cheek, I relented and went back to looking at the pictures.

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