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My hand moves on and off her ass, each slap harder and harder. I don’t bother with words because she knows what the fuck she did to deserve this. I can feel the heat under her ass from my punishment. “Lincoln, please.” her cry breaks through my anger haze. “I’m sorry. I just..” Everything begins to clear, and when it seems normal, I look around with no clue how long she has been crying.

Slowly, I let her up and wipe her swollen face. “Now do you want to cut the bullshit and tell me what is going on?” Picking her up, I move to our bedroom with her hiccupping, leaky face buried in my shirt. I can feel it being soaked with her tears and snot, I am sure, but the heaviness of her tears tells me she is crying more about the emotion of whatever is twirling around in that gorgeous head of hers than from the spanking she received. She has gotten plenty of punishing spankings from me, but she has never acted like this. “November, I’m waiting.” She looks so sad it makes my heart hurt.

“I came to your office earlier. I wanted to surprise you. When I got to the hallway, I heard Karen's voice. I heard what she was saying to you, and I heard you say nothing back.” Once again my heart stops, realizing she thinks so little of me.

“Well, then, I guess you didn’t stay long enough for me to tell her to kiss our ass. But that aside,” I stand from the bed, put her down on it, and walk to the other side of the room. My emotions are too raw right now. “I am starting to think we may be rushing into this.” The words taste like acid on my tongue, but how many times can the woman I love with all of my heart doubt my loyalty to her before I should start taking it like she doesn’t want this?

“What? Are you serious?” Nodding my head, I lean against the wall.

“As much as I hate to say it, yes. I don’t know what else to do, November. I don’t know what else I can say to show you, prove to you that I am behind you one hundred percent. I have your back. Your wants and needs come before anyone else. But I can only say that and show you so much before I am done, baby. I have done nothing to earn your distrust, but I keep getting it.”

Her face shows disbelief at the words coming out of my mouth. I’m unsure what she is thinking until she launches into my arms. “I’m sorry. I know you love me, Lincoln. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I love you. I’m sorry.” She’s kissing me all over my face, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her legs wrap around my waist, and suddenly, we are both moaning and rocking against one another.

“Looks to me like you're itching for something else right now, huh baby?” Her wet pussy is soaking my jeans, making my cock pissed that he is still being restrained by denim.

“Yes. Please. I’m sorry. I want to marry you, Lincoln. You are my forever,” she whines into my mouth before sinking her teeth into my neck.

“Fucking brat,” I growl. Yeah, she’s about to get what she wants right now. Then, I am going to get what I want. A life with her and no doubt.

CHAPTER 9

NOVEMBER

ONE WEEK LATER

I feel like such a fool.Last week's events are still a blur of emotions and mistakes, leaving me feeling ashamed and embarrassed. I couldn't believe how I had acted and how he knew just how to deal with me. And now, to top it all off, I still need to tell him about the baby, but I’ve got a plan. I’m going to make him his favorite dinner and tell him using a t-shirt I found at the mall today that says#1 Daddy. The second I saw the stupid twenty-dollar shirt, I started to tear up. I just had to have it. It’s the perfect way to break the news to him. It’s cheesy, but he’s gonna love it.

I know I need to get him in the right state of mind before breaking the news. He was already struggling with so much at work, not to mention his hobby of underground MMA fighting, which no one but me knows he does. I don’t want to add to his burden, but I also know that I can’t keep this from him any longer.

Talking to my sisters has helped. I’m sitting at the kitchen island, stuffing hideous wedding invitations. They are gold and ugly.

The cacophony of sound is actually helping me by drowning out my thoughts. Over the last week, I’ve talked to them more and more. I love them already. We’re fast friends, more than really. Lincoln had a late meeting at the office, so it was the perfect time to talk to them.

“How come you aren’t having a glass of wine?” February asks, which is funny to me since most of my sisters are in various stages of pregnancy, too. January and February just had babies. March and April are both due in December. June, July, and August are due next year. I haven’t heard anything about September or October yet, but I’m sure it’s just a matter of time. The secret Delacroix girls are super fertile it seems.

“I can’t drink right now; I'm pregnant,” I reply before thinking about what I’m saying. With the gasps and everyone talking so loudly all at once, it’s no wonder I don’t hear the alarm chime as the door opens.

“You want to repeat that?” he demands, his voice deadly and quiet. The front door slams, and the voices on the phone go quiet.

"I’m going to have to call you back,” I say.

“Okay, Call us back,” March says.

“Yeah we are going to need to hear more about that,” April says.

“I will,” I say, hanging up the phone and setting it down on the counter. Taking a deep breath, I approach him, ready to open up and tell him what I’ve been hiding. His expression is guarded, but I can tell he is trying to understand but he heard what I said.

“What did you just say?” he asks again.

He turns away from me, and I move toward him.

This is all my fault; I have to fix it. I have to make him see that I didn’t keep this from him purposefully, not maliciously, anyway.

CHAPTER 10

LINCOLN

“What did you just say?”I did not just hear her say what I think she did to whoever she was talking to. She says something to whoever that is about calling them back. Damn right, she is. My back is to her right now because if I don’t pinch the bridge of my nose, I am going to blow. “How long have you known, November?”

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