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She freezes at the accusation and turns slightly to face me with a pout on her lips.

I hold up the stick I found in the bathroom, and her eyes light up with joy before a coy smile plays across her red lips.

“I wasn’t trying to hide it, Daddy. I was processing.”

I understand why. Every week for the last month, I’ve found negative tests in the trash bin. She hasn’t told me about them, which means she didn’t want me to be disappointed either. But I don’t like that she was suffering in silence.

“If that’s true, then why have you been trying to hide the other ones?” She shrugs her shoulders as her gaze drops. Lifting her chin with a finger, I wait for her eyes to follow. “I don’t like you taking this on by yourself. I can’t comfort you if I don’t know what’s going on, right?”

She softens again. “You’re right, Daddy.” She adjusts her position to face me fully, raising one leg over my hip and drawing me in closer to her heat.

“You test my will, woman.” Rolling on top of her, I slide into her weeping cunt as she spreads her legs wide for me. “You’re giving me a baby,” I finally whisper out loud.

Yeah, I’ve wished for it, but I want Gabriella more, and if a baby weren’t in the cards for us, I’d have been just fine. But now I’ll get to witness her grow a life inside her body, and nothing can fulfill that sort of happiness.

“You’re gonna be a daddy again.” She moans as I thrust hard and hold still.

“I’m always your Daddy, though, kitten.” We groan together as her pussy tightens around my cock, keeping me locked in her snug little hole.

Her neck strains as I grab her hands and pin them above her head, securing her in place while I fuck her sweet body. She’s always so willing to do what I want. To give me what I crave.

“I waited so fucking long for you, kitten.” I slowly work my dick in and out of her pussy, making it so we experience every sensation. “So fucking long,” I grunt loudly in her ear.

“So patient, Daddy.” Gabs widens her legs farther, swivelling her hips into each thrust.

I suck on the side of her throat as she praises me. It’s a heady feeling I’ve never had before.

By the time our orgasms come racing to the forefront, we’re both soaked in sweat and panting. Covering her mouth with mine as I come deep inside her pulsing core, I swallow her cries of pleasure as my body works valiantly to ring out every last drop from us both.

“I love you, Coltrain.” Her eyes shine with the emotion, and I feel it in the reverent way she touches me.

“Love you back, Gabriella.” I will never tire of speaking those words to her.

Shifting to the side, she cuddles into my chest and places her soft hand on my belly, falling fast asleep. For a month now, she’s been sleeping in my arms every night. She hasn’t heard from her stepmother, which has been a relief after all the stories I’ve heard about the woman.

For the most part, I do believe Gabs is happy with me. She now works in my office three days a week, helping with anything she can. I suggested she study for her realtor's license because she’s got a real knack with people. My clients instantly warm up to her once they meet her and compliment me on what a great addition she is to my office.

Her interests, however, lay in gardening. Working with the earth and creating life from nothing. She wants to attempt interspecies growth with flowers, as well; whatever the hell that means.

I’ve learned so much about Gabs since she’s been here. Most of all, she has a heart so pure that the world doesn’t deserve her, but I’ll work hard every day to ensure that she feels nothing but love and happiness. It’s what she deserves after dealing with the loss of her mother so young and the neglect of her father because he was more interested in the new wife than ensuring his daughter knew she was wanted and loved.

She often reminisces that her life feels like a Cinderella story because once she met her prince…me…her world exploded into a technicolor of love, joy, and acceptance.

Now with the baby coming, I’ll have to find even more ways to show her how much I crave her existence next to me until there’s no breath left in my body.

The first thing I intend to do is create a nursery for the baby, with a sitting room just for Gabs. I get the feeling she’ll spend a lot of time there once she gives birth, and it’s important for her to have a calming space with the babu for when she’s breastfeeding and bonding in those first few months. After that, the goal will be an outdoor oasis for all of us to bond as a family, especially as the child grows. Somewhere that Gabs can do her gardening while keeping an eye on the baby.

I wonder if she’ll want a nanny.

As soon as I think it, I reject it. My girl’s a homebody, and I can already tell that having someone else care for our infant when she’s perfectly capable won’t work for her. It might be a consideration once she’s pregnant with the next child, though.

I make mental lists of everything I want to do for my future wife, which keeps me from sleeping. Well worth it, if you ask me.

Gently sliding out from under her languid body, I leave her in bed while heading to my office to do research so I can present her with several options.

I realize I’m the one who commands all the control in this relationship, but the fact of the matter is that Gabriella has it all. She’s got me so tightly wrapped around her finger that if she were to say jump, I’d ask how high. She doesn’t comprehend the type of control she’s got on me, not yet anyway.

When it comes to what happens in our home, with me hiring outside help, listening to her opinion shows her how much I love and respect her. Should there come a day when I notice she’s too overwhelmed and in need of support, the decision will then fall under my purview, and she won’t get the choice. But until that day comes, I will consult with my woman about what she wants versus what she needs. Even if I want to make it all as easy as possible for her.

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