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She grins up at me when I pull out of her mouth, and I collapse on the bed next to her, waiting for my heartbeat to return to normal.

“You’re welcome.” She giggles as she slides out of bed.

“For what? You should be thanking me, doll.”

“Asshole,” she grumbles as she walks into the bathroom.

I chuckle, dragging my ass out of bed and stepping into my boxers. I find her in the bathroom messing with her hair. I observe her, with what must be a silly grin on my face. Before I met her, I never would have thought a woman could make me this happy. And it’s not just the sex. Everything about her fits me. I’m pretty sure God made her especially for me. Honestly, it both excites and worries the fuck out of me.

“You gonna stand there all day with that stupid grin or you gonna brush your teeth?”

“Haven’t decided. With a view like this, brushing my teeth is overrated,” I reply.

She drops her hands and turns her head toward me, raising a brow. “Aren’t you a regular Romeo this morning?”

I walk to the toilet, pulling my dick out on the way. She watches me in the mirror, licking her lips.

“If that’s how Juliet woke him up in the morning, then I totally get the story now.”

She rolls her eyes at me then her gaze drops to my dick. Fuck, she’s going to make me hard again. I waggle my brows at her. “Wanna hold it for me?”

“Perv.”

I laugh, watching as she removes a box from the medicine cabinet and pops a pill. “What’s that?”

“Birth control.”

The moment the words leave her mouth, my gaze slides down to her stomach. As I brush my teeth, I imagine her with a belly, a baby growing inside.Mybaby. A little girl, beautiful like her mom, who I would totally spoil, or a little boy I can teach to ride. I’ve never wanted kids. They’re either targets or will end up as collateral damage. I love them, but I just don’t think my lifestyle is conducive to raising them. I couldn’t imagine a child of mine getting hurt because of me. It would kill me, and I’m man enough to admit that scares the hell out of me. Now, as I stare at Raven, the prospect doesn’t seem so scary. In fact, it’s looking fucking amazing. Raven, pregnant with a little Gage? I think that’s exactly what I need.

Done with my morning routine, I wrap my arms around her from behind and kiss her neck. “I think I just figured out a way to quiet that smart mouth of yours permanently.”

“How, sew it shut?”

“Put a baby in you.”

She steps out of my arms and spins to face me, mouth hanging open in shock. “What?”

“I said I’m going to put a baby in you. Then you won’t have time to be a smart ass.”

“I thought you didn’t want kids?”

“I didn’t.”

“And now you do?”

“Yeah. With you.” She just stares at me. The shock wears off and then she scrunches up her face, observing me as if she’s trying to figure out if I’m serious. I take her hand and pull her into my arms. “See? It’s already working.”

She smacks my chest and leans in to me. I lift her onto the sink, step between her legs, and trail my nose along her neck. Fucking love the way she smells.

“So violent,” I tease.

“Gage, be serious.”

“I am.”

“I’m too young for that shit.”

“Says who?” I ask, sliding my hand under her shirt. Her head falls back and she pushes out her chest, thrusting her breasts toward me. I squeeze one as I trail my tongue across her neck. She shivers, her breaths coming out shaky. “You’re my woman, and I want my baby in your belly.”