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He leans forward, curling his body around my belly, pressing his hands on either side of my stomach as he releases inside of me.

I feel each and every pulse. I feel his hot come coating me from the inside out. Jesus.

I close my eyes and breathe out a shaky breath, so close to passing out. I feel him maneuvering my body onto my side, feeling him place pillows under my belly and hip, in between my legs after he cleans me up with a warm, wet cloth.

Did I pass out already? Why is he taking care of me?

Can he get any more perfect?

I smile softly as I drift off to sleep.

“Hey.” Someone shakes my shoulder. I groan and try to swat the person away and I hear a deep chuckle. “Come on, the guys will be here soon and the girls are home. They’re doing homework in their rooms. Up and at ‘em.”

I roll my eyes under my lids and start to stretch out my arms and legs. I groan. I'm so sore in all the best ways. I knew it wasn’t the alcohol that made the sex so good.

“What time is it?” I croak and clear my throat.

“Almost five. You must be starving. Come on, mama.” My heart begins to pound harder and faster. He helps me sit up and leads me to the shower. I’m still naked, completely bared to him in the light that’s filtering in through the windows in the bathroom. He bites down on his bottom lip, his eyes darkening as his pupils dilate as he stares at me.

I’m fucked.

Chapter 14

Marie

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It wasn’t a dream. Fuck. Me.

“Do you need help? I don’t want you to fall, or fall back to sleep.” He chuckles as he starts the shower.

I shake my head and hold on to the glass door while I lean in and feel the water, the hotter the better.

Or maybe I need to take a cold one so that I can wake up and to clear up the arousal clouding my poor mind. I grunt and wrap my hand around my stomach and push back against one of the little demons trying to attack their way out of my belly. I feel like they get stronger every day.

“What?” James turns me and stares down at my stomach. His brows are furrowed and he looks panicked, the blood draining from his face. “Did I hurt you?”

I snort and shake my head, grabbing one of his hands and pressing it on the right side of my stomach. One of the babies starts to attack with full force.

James jumps back, his mouth dropped open, gaping at my belly. “Holy shit. How long have you felt them for?”

I smirk and shake my head, stepping into the hot, steamy water. I moan out loud. “A while. I felt the first flutters around sixteen weeks? A good real kick about five weeks ago? I haven’t been able to feel a good one on the outside of my belly until recently.”

He’s still blinking at me and leans against the counter as I shower. Watching me.

“Wow,” he murmurs and continues to stare at my stomach. “What does it feel like to you? Like from the inside?”

I hum as I rinse my hair and start on my body. “It feels… like a tiny human is inside of me, trying to claw and punch their way out. But times two.”

He snorts and runs his fingers through his thick, soft hair. The strands flopping onto his forehead. “Ah… I’ll go wait for the guys to get here. I told them to stop and grab you some fried green beans, does that still sound good? I remember you were texting me about them almost every day I was away.”

I moan. “Yes. Please.”

He shakes his head as he steps out of the steamy bathroom and I focus on washing the rest of my body. I hope that wasn’t a one-off, because if he could help me out for the remainder of my pregnancy, that would be fucking splendid.

Maybe after, too.

Or forever.

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