Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“Lie to me,” he whispers. “Give me something to hang onto here.”

I smile softly. It’s such a Spencer thing to say. I reach up and run my fingers through his stubble. “We are on a yacht, sailing around the Caribbean.”

He smirks. “Yes.”

“And I’m wearing nothing but a gold string bikini.”

He leans forward and runs his fingers through my hair. “God, this sounds so good.”

“We’ve been having crazy sex all day,” I whisper.

“Yeah I like it. What am I doing now?”

“Sleeping uninterrupted.”

He smiles and then bursts out laughing. “You’re right; sleep is my ultimate fantasy at the moment.”

Amelia struggles in his hold and breaks out crying again. He scoops her up into his arms. “Come on, baby, we’ve got to take mummy to the hospital. You can have a sleepover at Grandma’s.” He begins to take her upstairs to get her ready.

“Spence!” I call.

He turns back to look at me.

“One day, we’ll go to the Caribbean just so you can have your fantasy. I promise.”

He walks back over to me and kisses me softly, his hand resting tenderly on my huge stomach.

“Every day with you is my fantasy, angel. Every single day.”