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Before I can respond, the sound of August’s gasp startles me and I pivot to face the screen. “Say hello to your baby boy, Mr. and Mrs. Graves.”
“Oh, we’re no?—”
“There’s our boy, Tenley. Our boy.” Tears spill down his cheeks shamelessly, and I feel the hand conjoined with mine squeeze tightly as August’s forehead falls to my belly. “It’s the three of us now, little man. We’re gonna give you the best life.”
My eyes water as the tech hands us a strip of pictures and exits the room quietly, leaving us in privacy.
“We’re having a boy?A boy.I’m not dreaming, right?” I sigh in wonder.
I’m going to have a son.
August shakes his head and brings our hands to his mouth, kissing mine sweetly. “It’s not a dream, I promise you that. We’re having a baby boy and he’s a little stud.”
That’s when my eyes connect with the most precious tiny human, and I weep. Weep for the dreams I’ve spent years begging for. I weep for the struggle this year has been after constant letdowns. And weep because I’m a mother and August is a father, somehow everything is finally making sense.
This baby boy right here…he’s my silver lining.
“He’s perfect,” I whisper.
“And he’s ours,” August pulls me close and whispers into my hair.
Although nothing has seemed to go as planned, everything feels just the way it was intended to be all along.
Like an unforeseen miracle.
26
TENLEY
“Gonna kiss you again.”
I nod. “Yeah. Okay. We already kissed once, so what’s once more?” I’m hesitant but frantic. Frantic to have his mouth on mine and his cock deep inside of me again.
It’s been too long since I’ve had a solid fucking.
August chuckles, pulling me into the back seat of his vintage red Bronco and settling me across his lap. Without warning, he seals his lips to mine, and the loudest moan escapes me.
“Godddd.”
His tongue wrestles for dominance, fighting for the upper hand—fitting to our dynamic. “How long has it been since you’ve been kissed, Tenley?” he asks me through bated breath.
I draw his bottom lip into my mouth. “Too long.”
August chuckles, pulling back slightly to catch my stare. “For someone who has always hated me, you’re fucking eager, baby. It’s too good for my ego.”
“Everything is good for your ego.” I laugh.
He slaps my bottom playfully, and it’s then that I decideI’m tired of chatting. Leaving the doctor’s office, we must have been on the same wavelength because August didn’t ask questions, nor did I give directions, only let him guide us to an abandoned parking lot and park the truck.
He barely made it into the back seat before I knew where this was going. And fucking hell, I can’t wait.
I don’t know what it is about pregnancy that makes women so damn horny, but being touched by him is on my mind 24/7. I’m desperate for it.
“Let me have you, August. Fill me up nice and full,” I beg of him.
“Begging, little venom? Sounds nice coming from your filthy mouth.”
He drags his forefinger down the plumpness of my bottom lip and leans forward to latch on with his teeth. His tongue swoops out and ghosts the inside, tasting me to his liking. “Such a sweet mouth with deplorable demands. Especially when I don’t remember asking you what I should do.”
