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“That’s its ass. Hang on,” He flips the wand and touches another area, making Gianna groan.

“What’s wrong?” I glance at her, and she waves my concern off.

“Sore spot. The baby always kicks there.” I nod and look back at the screen to see a tiny little outline of a face.

“Wow,” I move closer, but Bishop pushes my head out of his way.

“Working here. Let’s see. Looks like you are around thirty weeks. Let me take some measurements.” I move and clasp Gianna’s hand in mine.

“Thank you,” I whisper before kissing her.

“Hey, not that I mind the show, but unless you’re trying to give this one a sibling, I’d slow the func down.” I’m feeling the urge to slap this man.

“It’s a girl. By the way.” My heart stops beating for me in that instant.

When it restarts, it belongs to the woman caring for my daughter.

“Marry me.” It’s really a technicality at this point.

“That’ll cost you extra.” Bishop doesn’t miss a beat while cleaning the jelly off Gianna’s belly.

“Now you ask.” She mumbles.

“That wasn’t a fucking question, woman.” I take out my money clip and toss it at Bishop.

“That’ll do.” He says, counting the bills.

“I haven’t said yes.” She crosses her arms, and a stubborn look comes over her face.

I want to fuck the defiance out of her.

“I haven’t heard a no. In fact, you stopped saying no a long time ago. Can’t go back now.” I touch her belly to prove my point.

“I don’t need to be married to have your child.” My vision turns red.

“The fuck you don’t. Now be a good girl and say I do so I can fuck you on this desk.” Bishop clears his throat.

“Slight problem.” I turn my annoyed eyes at him.

“WHAT?” I growl.

“I seem to be fresh out of licenses. So why don’t I pop out and get the paperwork in order and come back tomorrow once you’ve sexed her into a better mood?” He swallows roughly and gestures for me to look down.

Gianna has her fucking knife pointed at my balls.

“Ask. Nicely.”

CHAPTER SIX

GIANNA

“I’m just going to go,”Bishop says quietly as he rushes out the door.

I press the tip of my knife into his balls a bit harder, and he hisses.

“Baby, I love you, but I have plans for those, so I’m really sorry about this,” Lucas said, twisting my wrist and making me drop the knife.

“Bastardo!” I shout at him as he turns me in his arms.

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