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How did he know? And was he really okay with it?

“I—I don’t understand, man,” I said slowly. “You were all the way in Ireland…how did you—”

“I know my daughter,” he replied. “I could tell she was hiding something from me in her e-mails, and it sure as hell didn’t have anything to do with some college yo-yo, either. Then I thought back to Thanksgiving and those coy little looks she was giving you that you were pretending not to notice.”

“Aw, man…” I groaned. “I thought I was being discreet.”

“You were,” he laughed. “To an extent. It was Autumn that was giving it away. I’d never seen her like that before.”

“So…when you told me to look after her while you were gone—?”

“I knew what would happen. I knew you’d be a gentleman about it, too.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “You were a gentleman, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” I replied firmly. A horny, primal, almost feral gentleman, possessed by his daughter’s insatiable sexuality, but still a gentleman nonetheless.

“I knew you would be,” he smiled, taking a thick bite of his hamburger.

Wow, I thought. What a load off.

“You mind if I text Autumn?” I asked, taking out my phone. “She was worried sick about how you’d take the news.”

“By all means,” he replied.

I sighed another sigh of relief as I texted my baby. She would be even more relieved than I was, and I could just picture her back in my bedroom jumping up and down on the bed with delight that her dad wasn’t going to try and kill me.

It’s all good, I texted. He knew. He’s okay with it.

“Oh, and by the way,” I said as I set the phone aside. “There’s a bit of…news that I just learned tonight.”

“Oh?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah,” I smiled. “Autumn’s pregnant.”

Epilogue

Autumn

One year later…

I was in full-blown Bob Ross mode, finishing off a landscape of the lake, when my beautiful husband came into the makeshift studio with my sleepy son draped over his shoulder.

“You wanna say good night to Mommy?” Jim asked quietly.

I set my brush aside and turned around to see little James Jr. hanging onto his daddy, barely able to keep his eyes open.

“Awww,” I cooed as I got up from my stool. Jim handed my sleepy little baby boy over to me and he curled his arms around me and buried his face in my neck. My heart melted like it did every single time I held him.

“He’s all tuckered out,” Jim smiled. “I thought I’d bring him in before I put him down.”

“Let’s do it together,” I whispered back. James Jr. wriggled slightly in my arms as he started to fall asleep. He was a little over a year now, and when he wasn’t about to pass out from being a busy little boy all day, he was just starting to make sounds that were starting to resemble words.

We’d named him after my father of course, who had been more than understanding and accepting of my relationship with Jim. It turned out that he pretty much knew what was going to happen when he left the two of us together, and all that worrying we’d both done had been completely unnecessary.

I managed to finish my first year of school just as I was about to pop. A lot of girls at school asked me if I was worried about whether my husband was going to still find me sexy as my belly grew throughout the pregnancy, but I wasn’t worried about it.

I knew Jim was not only in love with me, but also thought I was the sexiest gal alive. In fact, the more pregnant I got the more excited he seemed to get. My curves exploded. My tits grew a full cup size and my booty was like something out of a Beyoncé video…and Jim was loving it.

We made love at least twice a day—once in the morning and once in the evening—and even snuck in a few quickies here and there. Hell, we even did it once in the back halls of the math building when he came to

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