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As if my words lit a fire in him, he moves, and I feel every muscle in his body as he makes me his. I’ll always be his.

When he finally comes, thrusting into me the last time, I feel his body tense over mine. Totally spent, I let my knees slide out from under me and he follows, staying connected.

After many moments, I feel his breath finally even, and turn my head. “Grady?”

He kisses my forehead. “Hmm?”

I exhale. I’m not sure now is the time, but if it’s not, I have no idea what will be. Today has been busy. But now, being connected as we are, it seems to be as good a time as any. “My period was due today.”

He freezes momentarily, but I doubt I would’ve even noticed had he not been touching me everywhere. Pressing his still hard cock into me, he gives me a squeeze.

When he doesn’t say anything, I go on. “I’m pretty regular, you know, give or take a day or two every once in a while.”

He leans up enough to reach my lips and kisses me. “I’m more than good with that.”

I open my eyes wider to look into his and smile small, whispering, “I am too.”

His face turns serious. “I’m gonna marry you.”

My face softens. “I know.”

“Soon, baby.”

“Okay,” I agree.

With that, it looks like we’ll be getting married in the very near future. And whatever that future looks like, I know it will be perfect.

Chapter 28 – Balls to the Wall

Maya –

I smack the balloon with my pool noodle toward Butch.

When I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about how I’m almost two days late, somehow this popped into my head. Before work, I made a quick trip to the store and bought an armful of pool noodles with bags of balloons. After I cut the noodles in half and blew up some balloons, I gathered the residents. We’re sitting around tables that have been pushed together playing balloon tennis.

I named the activity Smack It, but now I’m rethinking this because I think Foxy is getting into it on a whole other level.

“That’s right, smack it like you mean it, Butch!” Foxy yells across the table.

I don’t know whether to grimace or laugh.

“No one’s hittin’ it to me,” Betty complains.

“Here.” I pop the balloon up with my noodle and lob it to her so she can have a turn.

“This is stupid,” Miss Lillian Rose whines. “Donuts and Dominos was on the schedule. We can’t eat donuts while we’re smackin’ a balloon.”

Foxy leans up out of his chair, and you’d think it was match set at Wimbledon as hard as he hits it. It flies as fast as a balloon can fly and hits Erma right in the face.

Foxy raises his noodle in the air. “Score!”

“Foxy!” Erma screams. “You’re a buffoon.”

His only rebuttal is to point at her with his noodle. “I win!”

“There’s no winner.” I try to frown at him, but I’m sure it comes across lame. I bet this is why parents have trouble disciplining children—sometimes their bad behavior is too cute.

At the reminder, I sigh.

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