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She turned to face me, and the thin strap of her nightie fell off her shoulder, giving me a peek of one perfect tit. I couldn’t help but reach out and pull her closer to me.
“Millie’s no longer breastfeeding; there’s no reason you shouldn’t do it, baby.”
“Actually… I’m not a good candidate for”—she counted on her fingers—“at least another year. Probably longer.”
I felt my brows knit together in confusion.
“I don’t understand. Why not?”
“I can’t do laser when I’m pregnant or breastfeeding.”
“But Millie’s been wea—” Then it dawned on me what she was saying, and my hands moved from her back to her stomach as my eyes grew wide.
“Are you pregnant?”
She nodded her head with her lips pursed.
“You and your super sperm did it again. I’m getting an implant next time.”
I kissed her belly over the satin fabric, while rubbing my hands in circles at the same time.
“Hey, little one. I can’t wait to meet you.” I knew I was grinning ear-to-ear when I looked up at her. “When did you find out?”
“I took a home test yesterday but did a blood test today at work just to be sure before I told you.”
“Do you know how far along you are?”
“Ten weeks.”
I did the math in my head.
“You’d only been on birth control a month. Maybe we didn’t give it enough time to take effect.”
“Maybe. I’m glad you’re going to be around this time when I go through my really horny phase.”
“There’s a really horny phase? Like more than you already are?”
She playfully shoved my shoulder.
“You’re the one who’s always pawing at me, pal.”
“You can’t blame me. My fiancée is hawt.” I grabbed her ass and squeezed. “When does this really horny phase kick in?”
“Unfortunately, not until the morning sickness subsides,” she said, then made a mad dash to the toilet.
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Ashley
I solemnly laid the bouquet of red and white flowers on the grave marker for Shawn Patrick O’Brien, First Lieutenant of the United States Marine Corps.
He’d been only twenty-six years old.
“They promoted him,” Sloane said with a wistful smile as he laid a quarter next to the flowers.
I knew leaving the coin on the grave signified that Sloane had been with Shawn when he’d been killed. I blinked back tears, and standing on my tiptoes, I kissed Sloane’s cheek, then whispered, “I’ll give you some time alone.”
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