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“Oh sweetheart, he did?” she breathes. “That’s amazing. Oh, I’m so happy for you. Now you can save for a house that you’ve always wanted.”

She’s right, I’ve always wanted to own my own home and not having to pay repayments on it means that I could finally start saving for a down payment.

The front door opens and Jason walks in, a deep furrow in his brow along with a dark scowl on his face.

“Oh honey,” mom says as she jumps to her feet and rushes over to him. “You are an amazing man. I can’t believe this. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jason’s hands slide around my mom’s waist and he presses a chaste kiss against her lips. “Tell you what? What are you talking about, Tanya?” He looks at her with so much love that it makes my heart swell. The way he looks at her is the way that Harlan looks at me.

“You wiped away the debt,” she tells him. “I’m so happy. Oh, Jason, that was so amazing of you to do. I can’t thank you enough.”

“What debt?” he grunts, his gaze coming to me. “Shelby, what is she talking about?”

“I got the deed, Jason. We know that you scrapped the debt and paid it off, not only that, you put it in my name. Thank you,” I say, my lips trembling as I get to my feet and wrap my arms around him for a quick hug. Once I’ve pulled back I smile at him. “Thank you,” I say once again.

He’ll never understand what it means, what he’s done for me is something I’ll never be able to repay. He’s given me my dream. I now own my own bakery and that’s something irreplaceable.

“The deed came?” he asks after a few minutes of silence.

Mom pulls back and looks at him. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

Jason shakes his head, his gaze firmly on me, they’re blazing with fire but not in a good way. “I’ll call the bank and thank them,” he says through gritted teeth.

Mom watches as he leaves the room, her mouth pressed into a hard line. “I’m sorry about Jason,” she says with a sigh. “He’s having a few problems at work but that doesn’t mean he should be rude.”

I wave her away. “It’s fine, he’s probably got loads to catch up since he’s been back.”

She nods. “That’s true. I’m sorry baby, I wanted to spend some time with you.”

I shake my head. “It’s fine, we’ll catch up another time. Maybe go to a movie or to dinner?”

She grins at me. “That sounds like a plan. We’ll set it up.”

I smile back at her. So glad that she’s back. I’ve missed her. She pulls me into a hug as we say our goodbyes. “Baby, why don’t you go and celebrate with that man of yours. Maybe the next time I see you, you can tell me more about him?” She pulls me into a hug as we say our goodbyes.

I nod my gut churning. “Yeah, he’s pretty amazing,” I tell her, hating that I’m not able to be truthful with her right now. I just hope that when the truth comes out it doesn’t blow up in our faces.

Chapter9

Harlan

“Guess what,” she asks, her eyes bright with happiness and love. Her hand runs along my chest. My cock thick as I watch her. Fuck. She’s so beautiful.

“Tell me baby girl,” I say, my voice thick with need as it is every time she’s around me. I can’t get enough of her.

“I couldn’t wait a week,” she whispers, her hand running down my chest and moving toward my zipper. “I couldn’t hold out that long.”

I stare at her, waiting for her to tell me. I know what she’s saying, I just need her to say the fucking words.

She reaches my zipper and the only sound that can be heard in this house is our heavy breathing and my zipper being lowered. She glances up at me through her lashes, as she wraps her hand around my thick cock. “I’m pregnant, Harlan. We’re having a baby,” she confesses.

Never. Not fucking ever did I think this would happen. I’m forty-nine. I never thought I wanted kids, but the moment I sank my cock inside of Shelby and I knew that she was it for me. She was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, the woman I wanted to have kids with and now look at us.

Fuck. So fucking happy.

“Fucking love you, Bea,” I growl as she begins to pump my cock in her hand.

Our lips touch and she presses closer to me, I deepen the kiss, needing to taste her. I just can’t get enough. It’s hard, passionate and consuming.

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