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so big it hurt my face. “Our baby will have so many cousins to play with and go to school with.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of how sexy you’re going to look with my baby growing inside of

you. Not the cousins and school thing.” He brushed his lips over my lips, making my breath catch as I felt

his erection pulse against my bare thighs. “It makes me hard just thinking about it, beautiful.”

“Mm. I can see that.” I grinned as I reached between us to let my fingers skim up and down the long,

hard length of him. “So you want to see me fat and miserable.”

“Pregnant and glowing,” he corrected, backing me toward the sink until my rear hit the coolness of the

ceramic. “Let’s start practicing now, baby. It might take me a few tries to get the technique down to put a baby in that sexy little body.”

My grin disappeared as a moan of pure pleasure escaped me when he lifted me effortlessly and placed

me on the edge of the sink. His fingers spreading my pussy open wide as he stepped between my legs. The

tip was already damp with his precum. I was soaking wet, my desire already running down my thighs even

before he touched me.

When he felt my heat he growled with pleasure and put the tip inside of me. “Fuck. That feels so damn

good.”

I could only whimper in agreement. Shane slipped an inch deeper, and my arms wrapped around his

shoulders needing to hold onto something to ground me to the earth.

“You’re dripping wet for me,” he breathed at my ear as his thumb brushed over my clit. “Shit, that

makes my balls tighten. Knowing how much you want me, that I can make you this hot so easily, it makes

me so damn hard. All I want to do is pound into that sweet little pussy until I don’t know where I end and

you begin.”

Another inch deeper and he wasn’t even close to being halfway. My sex clamped around those two inches, trying to suck him deeper. His hand skimmed upward, over my tattoo to my belly button. Shane

flattened his hand against me. “She’s going to grow here, she’s going to be safe and happy right here as she grows. And you’re going to be so goddamned hot as your stomach grows, because I will know you are

taking care of our child.”

He thrust into me until he was balls deep with one powerful stroke, making me clutch at him as my nails

dug into his flesh. His words melted my heart even as his body melted everything else. My legs wrapped

around his waist, keeping him prisoner inside of me as we raced toward completion.

Later, after we had showered together and finally gotten ready for the day, I hugged him tight. “I love

you.”

“I love you, too, beautiful.”

“Our little family is going to be what neither of us had as kids. They will be so spoiled rotten and I

won’t even care.” I was never going to put our kids down, make them feel unworthy.

Shane chuckled, brushing my long hair back from my face. “Of course they will. They’ll have the best

life imaginable, because they will have you as their mom.”

Tears burned my eyes and I had to kiss him again or start crying. How was it possible to love someone

as much as I loved him without combusting?

I dropped by the office before I went to my doctor’s appointment that afternoon. Since we had delayed

our honeymoon there was no reason why I couldn’t check in with Rex and see if they were having any

problems. I liked my boss, had become decent friends with him even though he liked to use my

relationship with Shane and his family a little too often. Shane got along with Rex, which made my life a

little easier.

They seemed set without me at the office, so I bailed out after checking the stack of pictures on my

desk.

The doctor’s office wasn’t very busy when I signed in. I sat down in a corner, keeping my head down

so no one would notice me. Not that I expected anyone to, but I had learned in the last six months to be

cautious. Shane’s fans—the women at least—hated me. I was still getting death threats and nasty hate mail

sent to my office as well as our house. Emmie took care of the fan mail and at least half of it was for Shane and how much they wanted to hurt me because we were engaged and now married.

My bodyguard went with me when Shane couldn’t. Since Shane had gone to the hospital to check on

Layla and the babies, Peterson had driven me to the doctor’s office. He had left me at the entrance to the

building where I had told him he could pick me up in about an hour since I had no idea how long this visit

was going to take.

“Harper?”

I raised my head to find the nurse standing in the doorway to the back of the office. I stood quickly and

hurried toward her, offering her a smile. “Hi.”

She smiled back. “What brings you in, dear?” she asked as I stepped onto the scale in the little alcove

before we reached the exam rooms.

“I think I have a UTI, and there are a few things I need to talk to the doctor about,” I told her as she

scanned my forehead with the thermometer.

“Okay then.” She reached into the cabinet behind me and pulled out a cup before labeling it with my

name and birthdate. “Can you give us a little sample? I’ll give it to the lab and she will have the results before she comes in to talk to you.”

Twenty minutes later I left the office feeling lighter, happier. I had a horrible UTI, the doctor had told

me, but she had told me I could stop taking my birth control pills as soon as I finished this cycle out. I only had a week to go and then Shane and I could start trying for our baby.

Chapter 18

Emmie

I sat back on my heels, examining my art work.

Mia gave me a grumpy look. “Are you done yet, Momma?”

“Nearly,” I assured her as I smeared the glitter on her checks that was too thick in one spot. “Okay,

there. Now you are my beautiful flower fairy.”

She clapped her hands together excitedly before turning around to examine herself in the floor-length

mirror on the opposite wall in my bathroom. “Oh, I’m so pretty!”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re always pretty, Mia.”

“Aunt Emmie, I’m ready.” Lucy stepped into the bedroom and I stepped out of the bathroom to find a

zombie version of Jane Austen standing before me. Shit, that girl was too smart and creative for her own

good, but she was freaking adorable. “Nice. Are you ready to go see your parents before I take you to

Harris’s house?”

“I’m ready whenever you are.” She grinned. “Think Harris will like it?”

“I’m sure he will relate completely to the zombie, but I’m not sure if he will get the whole Jane Austen

thing.” I laughed as I picked Mia up to carry her downstairs to her father. Mia wasn’t up for trick-or-

treating. She had told us plain and simple she didn’t like it. So she was going to give out candy with Nik.

“He’s smarter than you think, Aunt Em,” Lucy informed me as she followed me down the stairs. “He

reads as much as I do.”

“So he knows who Jane Austen is? He’s read her books?”

“Probably not.”

I glanced at her over my shoulder. “Well, he’s still pretty to look at, huh?” Lucy blushed and I laughed

again. “It is okay, Lucy. Even I know he’s a little hottie.” The boy looked just like his dad, so how could he not be hot? Shaggy dark hair that always seemed to be in his aquamarine eyes, and his shoulders were

already wider than the majority of the boys his age.

“Don’t tell Dad,” she whispered when we reached the living room. Nik was already pouring bags of

candy into the huge black bowl with a pumpkin on the front. “He might kill Harris.”

“My lips are sealed, baby cakes,” I promised as I sat Mia on her feet and she ran toward her father.

“I’m ready to give out the candy, Daddy,” Mia informed her father, sounding very important.

“Who are you?” Nik asked, crouching down in front of the little fairy. “My little Mia is going to be

helping me. You’re not my Mia.”

“Daddy, it’s me!” She cupped his face in both hands, her voice serious.

“I’m not sure.” He examined her closer. “My Mia doesn’t have glittery green hair or shimmery cheeks.

She doesn’t have pretty pink wings or yellow legs.”

“It’s a costume, Daddy. Really it’s me.”

“Nope, I don’t believe you. But maybe… If you are really and truly my precious Mia then you will

know the answer to this question… Who is Mia’s favorite person in the entire world?”

“You are, Daddy!” she exclaimed, hugging him tight.

“What about your momma?” Nik asked, glancing at me over Mia’s shoulder. “Is Momma your favorite

too?”

“She’s my second favorite.”

I sighed. “Better second than last, I guess.” I picked up my keys. “I’m leaving now, but I should be back

before you give out all the candy.”

Nik stood and kissed my lips. The touch of his lips brought back all the delicious memories we had

made the night before and I leaned in, deepening the kiss for a moment longer. When I stepped back his

eyes were nearly cobalt. “Hurry back,” he murmured, making me shiver.

“Only if you promise more of last night,” I whispered before turning around. “Let’s go, Lucy. Your dad

is going to want to take all kinds of pictures.”

“Bye, Uncle Nik,” Lucy called as she followed me out.

“Bye, Lucy. Have fun, sweetheart.”

“Bye, Lucy!” Mia called from her spot at the candy bowl, already trying to sneak a miniature candy bar.

“Bye, Mia!”

“I know it’s Halloween and all, Nik, but I’d rather our child didn’t have a stomachache from all the

candy she’s going to be sneaking…” His eyes lifted from my ass with a frown and saw that Mia had one

candy bar in her hand and another in her mouth already. “Damn, she is quick.” Laughing at his mumbled

curse, I opened the door. “Love you.”

On the drive to the hospital Lucy told me all about her new assignment for her creative writing class.

She was going to do an interview with Harris on what it’s like to grow up as a rocker brat—her words not

mine. When I told her she was a rocker brat, she sighed. “Not like Harris is. I wasn’t born into it, so I don’t know everything to expect. Harris is older, has even gone on a summer-long tour with his dad. Oh, I forgot

the best part! If my teacher likes my assignment she said that she might let me do a few articles for the

school newspaper. They only let older kids do that, never fourth graders.”

My eyes widened not because that was what I thought she expected—because she did—but because I

was seriously impressed. Lucy was creative as hell, I knew that, but this was awesome in my book. “Honey,

that’s great. I’m so proud of you. Your parents will be too.”

“I’m not going to tell them…”

I was silent until I stopped at the next red light and then I put the SUV in Park and turned to face her.

“Lucy…”

“They have so much going on right now, Aunt Em. I don’t want them to have to worry about me too.”

She bit her lip, chewing off the makeup she had obviously painstakingly applied with no help.

“You’re right. They do have a lot going on right now. And you’re a big part of that. The twins, they are

going to be just fine, Lucy. And Layla is already doing so much better. It’s you that your dad is stressed the most about, baby.” I reached out and stroked her cheek. “He would die if you started keeping things from

him now, especially something that he would want to celebrate with you.”

Lucy swallowed hard and sucked in a shaky breath before nodding in understanding. “Okay. I’ll tell

them.”

I grinned. “Great.” I put the Escalade back in Drive and noticed that we had sat through a green light

and now had to wait since the light was red once more. There was nothing behind us except for an old

truck that I just now noticed in the rearview mirror. I probably wouldn’t have even taken a second glance at it if it weren’t for the fact that a truck like that this close to Malibu wasn’t something I would normally see.

Even the low key gardeners that took care of some of the lawns drove better trucks than that one. “When do

you find out if your teacher likes the assignment or not?”

“Next week. I have the weekend to do the interview and write the paper.”

“As soon as you find out I want to know, okay?” I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, not

really paying attention to anything but Lucy for the moment. “We can all have dinner somewhere special

that night.”

“I’d rather just have a meal at home with everyone, including the twins. That would really make it

perfect.” Lucy smiled a little sadly. “But since they aren’t likely to come home before then I’ll settle for dinner at Papa Gianni’s.”

A laugh bubbled out of me just as the light turned green and I started to ease through the intersection.

“You got it, Lu-”

My words were cut off and a yelp escaped me as the vehicle that had still been a few car lengths behind

us suddenly bumped into the Escalade. I jerked forward from the impact and Lucy let out a small cry of

distress. My foot pressed down on the brake so I wouldn’t go any farther into traffic and turned my head

slightly to glance out the back window.

I couldn’t see anyone. I glanced around us and a shiver of pure fear—the same feeling I would get right

before my mother would fly into a rage—went down my spine. I checked to make sure the doors were locked, and glanced around to see if there was anyone else around that had noticed the fender bender. But

we were at a relatively vacant part of the city. There wouldn’t be regular traffic for at least another twenty minutes. The calm before the storm of rush hour traffic.

My hands went straight for my cell phone and with fingers that noticeably trembled I started dialing 911.