Page 59 of Baby Maker

That statement unhinges him in the best way. A fire flashes in his baby blues as he dips his head, his clever tongue flicking against my clit. "So glad you enjoy this position. I plan on staying here all night."

With a heated sigh, I release any worries, basking in his adoration.

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I waketo the sun streaming in through the windows, shielding my eyes from the glare. Glancing over, I notice that Keegan's side of the bed is empty. With a stretch, I pull on my robe and pad into the kitchen, smiling when the smell of freshly brewed coffee hits my nostrils.

Glancing out the French doors, I see Keegan walking along the beach, phone at his ear. The poor man. He never gets a day off. But he's so good at what he does.

At least, that's what I've heard. The truth is that I've shelved the idea of having a baby. For the time being, at least.

Do I still want a child? Absolutely.

Do I still want Nigel's child? I do, but… I also know it will be a very difficult obstacle for Keegan and me to overcome.

Do I want a baby with Keegan? More and more, every day. But the future is not something we discuss. Per his own admission, when we first met, a wife and family are not something he's striving for. I'm terrified to know if he's changed his stance on that concept.

I'm so torn because I'm desperate to be a mother, but the man who wanted to give me a child is gone, and the man who can give me a child now has no desire for a family.

It leaves me a bit of nowhere. Doesn't help that I'm ovulating, and my hormones are already in an uproar. Still, I need to find grace in all I have. There's power in gratitude.

The screen door slams, and powerful arms wrap around my waist, engulfing me in a hug. "Good morning, beautiful."

"Morning, Doctor. You're up early. Emergency with a patient?"

He grabs a cup of coffee, sitting opposite me at the breakfast bar. "Thankfully, in my specialty, there aren't many emergencies. But it was work related."

I nod, but Keegan doesn't offer any additional information, and I'm not one to pry. Not my style. "What's the plan for today? Lazing around?"

"I thought we might spend a couple of hours at the gardens, then the afternoon at the seashore. After that, I'm cooking us dinner. Sound good?"

Yet another thing I love about Keegan. He makes decisions. He doesn't waffle, offering useless responses like 'it's up to you' or 'whatever you want'. If I ask his opinion, he has one. Every time. I'll admit that it's led to some interesting debates, but I adore his strong personality.

Such a change from Nigel's laid back disposition.

With a grin, I grab the eggs from the fridge and set about making breakfast. "It sounds perfect."

I'm not far off. The day is perfect. We spend several hours frolicking along the boardwalk while I insist on partaking in every touristy thing available.

Thankfully, my boyfriend is a good sport, snapping off several shots of my silliness. I even struck a few seductive poses, smiling at the camera with a come-hither expression, my skirt barely covering my assets.

Let's say I got a rise out of Keegan. In the best way possible.

Now, I'm lying next to him in front of the fireplace, snuggled under a cocoon of blankets. Despite the chill in the air, my body is just shy of boiling point. Might have something to do with his hand sliding over my skin.

"You're so beautiful, Callie," he murmurs, his tongue gliding along my throat.

My emotions are swirling since this afternoon, ready to explode if I don't set them free. "You make me feel beautiful." I grasp his chin, directing his gaze to mine, the firelight dancing in his eyes. Taking his hand, I place it over my heart, certain he can feel how it races under my skin. "Do you feel that?"

He nods, his gaze never faltering.

"It's for you. It beats for you. I love you, Keegan. I absolutely adore you and—"

I don't get to finish my pledge as he claims my lips, his tongue sliding against mine. There's a deeper feeling pervading this moment, a realization that by speaking the words, I released the chains holding him back. I tangle my hands in his hair, letting the ecstasy of the moment wash over me.

He pulls back, a soft smile playing on his mouth. "Say it again."

Giggling, I press my mouth to his, speaking the words on repeat. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

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