Page 98 of Baby for my Daddy's Best Friend

My lips crash on hers.

When we pull apart, I look into her beautiful eyes. “Quinn, you’re mistaking my silence for something that it’s not. I’m…”

Truthfully, I have no idea how to even feel.

A father? Again? At this age?

The idea is as preposterous as it is unexpected.

But then, my mind pictures Quinn carrying my child—her belly ballooning up with a baby that we both made, together—and I’m suddenly hit with a joy I haven’t felt in years. And I can’t keep my smile from my face.

“Are you happy?”

I kiss her again. “You silly, beautiful, crazy woman. I’m happier than you can even imagine.”

Quinn and I fall into each other’s arms, and I hold her tightly against me.

“God, Quinn. You have no idea how much I missed you.” My tone darkens, and my hand wraps possessively over her belly.

“I thought about you every single day. I was terrified that you’d never accept the baby and—”

I put a finger to her lips. “I’d accept anything, if it’s with you. I’m not going to let my reservations hold me back anymore. I’m all in with you, Quinn. If you’ll have me.”

She throws herself into my arms again.

I can feel tears dropping on my shirt.

“Why are you crying, sweet girl?”

“Because you’re sweeter to me than I deserve.” She sniffs. “And the pregnancy hormones make me extra emotional. I cry over anything.”

I bring one of her hands to my mouth, and kiss one of her knuckles gently. “You know, the last time I had children, I was too busy in my life to actually enjoy the beauty of it. It was always go-go-go. Now, I’ll get a chance to experience it again, and savor it like the experience deserves.”

She cracks a small smile. “Are you really happy about this?”

“I am.”

The more I think about it, the more it seems like a blessing. I hold her around her waist and whisper in her ear.

“Besides, this means that we’ll be in each other’s lives now.”

She shivers slightly from the husk in my voice.

“Forever, Quinn.”

I can see her cleavage from his angle, her perfect breasts seeming even bigger than I remembered them to be, just begging to be touched.

She breaks away from me.

“Wait…”

Her breath is coming out fast, and Iknowher thoughts haven’t been the most innocent either.

“Before anything happens, there’s something else I must tell you. We should get it out of the way now.”

A groan escapes my lips.

Talkinghas never been so unappealing as now. But I’m not one to deny her—whatever she wants, she gets.

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