Page 297 of Merciless Desires

I can’t believe that I’m going to propose to my Baby girl at my home. I know that she loves it here, and I cooked up some steaks, salad, and baked potatoes that she loves.

I look at my cell phone to check the time. My Baby girl should be here soon; my bro Iceman’s old lady Scarlett took my Baby girl out shopping.

Scarlett and my Baby girl are close since they experienced a horrific day a few months ago. Scarlett was abducted by the motherfucker that was after her. My Baby girl did everything she could to stop the bastard from taking Scarlett but couldn’t stop it. She did get the details that helped us rescue Scarlet.

I grab my cell to text Scarlett.

Bear: ETA.

Scarlett: five minutes.

I finish cooking the steaks, and walk over to grab a beer from the refrigerator. I take a long pull looking at the stove.

The food is ready; everything needs to be perfect. I bought roses for my Baby girl. I finish off my beer, throwing the bottle in the trash can.

A few minutes later, I look out the window looking at my Baby girl walking up the walkway carrying a few bags and smiling.

“Babe, I’m home,” Leticia yells, closing the door and dropping the bags and purse next to the sofa.

She gathers her hair, tossing it over her shoulders, and adjusting her dress.

I walk into the living room, stopping next to her. I wrap my arm around her waist, gazing into her eyes.

“I missed you,” I say, kissing her soft, luscious lips.

Leticia puckers her lips; I nibble on them, waiting for her to open her sweet mouth. She opens her lips, and I sweep inside, tangling my tongue with hers, tasting her sweetness.

She wraps her arms around my waist, moaning, melts into me.

Fuck!

My Baby girl fills my soul, and my cock loves her; I’m so ready to love her.

Leticia pulls back, smiling, grabs my hand placing it on her tummy.

I love her smile, especially when those cute dimples flash.

“Babe, the baby is kicking. Do you feel him,” Leticia says breathlessly.

I gaze into her sparkling eyes, focusing on my hand on her tummy.

Fuck!

That’s my baby kicking.

“Fuck, Baby girl, my boy is a strong kicker. I know that he’s going to be strong like me,” I croak, my throat closing up.

“Babe, I’m so excited! I can’t wait to hold our baby. I bought some cute little PJs, onesies, and cute little socks,” Leticia says, beaming, a soft excited flush on her face.

She looks absolutely beautiful.

“I can’t wait to see you holding my baby in your arms,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, burying my face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, and closing my eyes.

CHAPTER 3

Leticia

“Baby girl, I cooked dinner, your favorite,” Michail says, pulling away, gazing down at me.

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