Dear Maverick (Love Letters 3)

“What did you think was going to happen when you kept emptying you’re nuts into my womb?” I’d like to tan the sarcasm out of her hide.

“Watch it, baby girl. I’ll still warm that ass up.”

She blushes. “We’re having a baby, Maverick.” Her quiet voice is filled with more excitement than on our wedding day.

“I fucking love you, wife.”

True leans her head into mine. “I fucking love you too, husband.”

They live happily ever after!

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