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I chuckle and snuggle into his neck. “It’s fine. I won’t get pregnant.”

He huffs and pushes me back lightly so he can look into my eyes. “The amount of times I’ve heard that before. When is your period due? Are you on the pill?”

I shiver and shake my head. “I… I promise, Morgan. I won’t get pregnant. You know me better than that. I don’t just say shit to make other people feel better.”

He blinks at me and searches my eyes and chews on his lip. “I know, I don’t think you would try to trap me with a kid, Lillian. I’ve… It's hard. I always use a condom, always.”

I cock a brow at him and chuckle. “So the condom broke three times with Brittany?”

He sends me a deadpan stare. “No. She tampered with them every time.”

My jaw drops and I shake my head. “Morgan… I’m not ready to talk about it with you. But I swear on my job, on your daughters, he’ll, even on Betty… I will not get pregnant. Okay?”

His jaw tenses but he nods. “Okay… Why don’t we head inside and get cleaned up. I imagine the girls will be looking for you shortly.”

I wince and stand, feeling his softened cock slip out of me. “Right…” I pick up my clothes and haphazardly throw them on, picking up my socks and shoes in one hand, my wine glass in the other. I follow him into the house and he nods to my glass before he chugs his and washes it out.

I sigh and toss mine back. The warm, sweet liquid tastes bitter now. I hand it over and turn around, escaping to my room.

Should I have just told him?

Bradley knew. We were together when my doctors decided to do the surgeries. But it makes me feel less than. I can’t carry children. What if Morgan wants more? I’m young, he probably assumes I can have kids and that I probably want them with my occupation and degrees.

You would think he would believe me when I tell him I won’t get pregnant. I try to put myself in his shoes.

A professional hockey player, surrounded by puck bunnies and other women that want him because of what he does, how much he makes, and neverwhohe is.

Of course I was attracted to him when I first met him. But after knowing him, watching him with his kids, actually talking to him and listening to what he says… I likehim.Not just for his looks. Not for what he does. Not his bank accounts.

I jump into the shower and wince as I wash my body, my pussy is swollen and so sore. I wrap myself up in a towel and hurry to dry off and get ready for bed before the girls sneak in. It’s close to midnight now, I’m going to be exhausted in the morning.

I crawl into bed and check my phone, finding a text from Mackenzie with her flight time. I take a screenshot of it and set a reminder to make sure the girls and I are home when she arrives. I text her back with the address and then I send a text to make sure Morgan calls the gate to add her to the list.

If he will even open my text.

Chapter 12

Morgan

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Ileave before the girls wake up, wanting to expel this pent up energy so that I don’t take it out on any of them. I want to reply to Lillian’s message to let her know that I already called the gate yesterday, but I just… don’t.

I want to align with the deeper parts of my brain that knows she would never fuck me over. But I just can’t. Not after the shit that Brittany pulled. Not after what she put me through the past eleven years.

Sure, she gave me three beautiful girls that I love more than anything, but it was all a trick to get me to pour more money into her accounts, stick around to coddle her, and to buy her everything she fluttered her eyelashes at.

She laughed the night I threw her out when she told me that she messed with our condoms for months every time she wanted to get pregnant.

Hysterically.

I think that was what broke me. I just assumed the condoms broke and her birth control failed, as she said every time sheshowed me a positive pregnancy test. If I didn’t have paternity tests run after each birth I would have done it then. Who knows how many other men she’s been conning all of these years?

But Lillian… I don’t know. She opened up to me and poured her heart out. Told me about her past. Not much about her ex, but enough to know that he cheated on her and made a mockery of her afterwards. Fired her from her job and left her out on the streets with nothing and no one to turn to.

And now her best friend is going to be living here in my home, with my girls.

Was it all a ploy?

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