The Truth

“I like the sound of that,” I say darkly, and in my pants, I know another part of me likes it too. I want my last name on her as soon as possible. Immediately is too long to wait.

“Oh!” Tiffany exclaims, laughter dancing in her eyes. “I really am going to be Elle’s stepmom. I’ve given her so much shit for that. She’s totally going to call me her stepmonster.”

“I doubt that.”

“You do not know your daughter that well. She’ll call me that and much worse,” Tiffany says, then grins. “But then again, I’ll probably be demanding that she clean the kitchen and mop the floors with only the mice for company when she visits.”

I chuckle, trapping her against the couch between my arms as I look down into her pretty face. “I wouldn’t worry about that. I’d start figuring out what you want Neve to call you.”

“Neve?” Realization dawns, and she grabs my shoulders, her nails digging into the skin. “I’m going to be a grandma before I’m even a mom.”

I laugh and nod, agreeing with her. “She calls me Papa D, so maybe Mama T?” I suggest.

Tiffany wrinkles her nose. “That sounds like amateur porn star names!” She shakes her head, “She already calls me Aunt Tiffy, and I don’t want to change on her. Do you think she’ll be confused by her aunt and her grandpa being married?”

“She’s a smart girl. I’m sure we can explain it to her,” I assure her. “It’ll be fine.”

Tiffany sighs happily. “Good.”

I trace her smile with my thumb. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She looks down at her hand, then at me. Uhm . . . how fast do you want to do this?”

“If Elle and your family won’t kill us?” I ask. “I’d take you out now, stop by a late-night jeweler, and we’d take care of this tomorrow. If we were in Vegas, I’d say right now.”

Right now. That’s the key.

Because right now, I need her.

I need to feel her all over, remind myself that she’s okay, and help wash away my fear of losing her. I need to bring her pleasure and remind her that I am who she turns to for anything she needs. I’ll be gentle, but I need to hold her, feel her skin against mine, and claim her as she claims me.

“Drink your juice, baby girl,” I tell her darkly.

Her eyes sparkle, and she answers teasingly, “Yes, Daddy.”

I glare at her. “We talked about that.”

“I know, but now, you’re going to be a daddy again because you put a baby in me.” She takes a healthy drink of her juice, pleased with herself. “I’m just getting you used to that.”

I groan, squeezing my cock through my sweats. I watch her finish every last drop, licking the rim of the glass clean to drive me crazy. I take the empty glass from her, setting it on the coffee table. I stand, pulling her to her feet and then sweeping her into my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck as I carry her to the bedroom like the lady she is.

When I set her down, I pull the blankets back. I untie the robe from around Tiffany’s waist, and she shrugs out of it, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle. She’s so fucking beautiful, and as my mind fills with images of her getting more and more round with our baby, my cock starts to throb and ache in response.

I gesture to the bed. “Lie down.”

She does as I command, and I drop my sweats to the floor, climbing in with her. I lie on my back, positioning her at my side with her head on my chest and one leg thrown over mine. From here, she can see the evidence of my desire for her, but we can take our time, pressing our bare skin together and letting our need build slowly.

When I begin gently tracing her skin with my fingertips, her breathing picks up and she rubs her core against my thigh, letting me feel the wet heat gathering there. I ask, “Can you take me?”

“Dr. Patel said I’m fine. No concussion, no bleeding. One hundred percent healthy as long as I eat, and I had lunch already and a glass of juice.” She smiles.

I move quickly, flipping over so that she’s on her back with me looming over her. I hold myself up, protecting her belly from any undue weight. “Are you sure?”

She licks her lips and nods. “We can have sex the whole pregnancy and as many orgasms as I want. Even when I’m big and round with Mini-Me.”

That is the sexiest thing I think I’ve ever heard. I shift my weight to one side, freeing my right hand to lay a palm on her belly. “I love you, little one. I love your mama too.” I meet Tiffany’s eyes, which are bright and filled with tears again. “I’m going to take such good care of you both.”