Stanton Box Set

His eyes widen further when he reads the days of the week and does the math. He smiles broadly. “Really?” he gushes.

“Really,” I repeat.

“Holy fuck!” he exclaims and then he seems to realise what is going on and he gently puts his hand on my stomach. “So you could be…” His eyes drop to his open hand on me. “Right now?” he whispers.

“Josh, it takes a while. It won’t happen straight away,” I reply.

He shakes his head. “No, my boys are good swimmers. They are on the job.”

I smirk. “Confident bastard.”

His lips drop to my neck and he kisses it slowly. “I fucking adore you,” he whispers.

I smile as I move my head to give him greater access.

“There’s more.” I smile.

“More what?” he whispers into my neck.

“More present,” I reply.

He pulls back and picks the wrapping back up and rattles through it and frowns again.

I smile broadly. God I’m good. I am feeling oh so proud of myself at this very moment. Fucking boom!

“Your keys?” he replies, puzzled.

I nod and

smile.

“I don’t get it,” he replies.

“They are my keys to the LA house.”

“And?” he asks.

“I won’t be needing those anymore either,” I reply nonchalantly.

“Why not?” he asks.

“Because I’m going to be living here at Willowvale with my husband,” I reply.

His eyes widen again. “What!” he shrieks.

“But there are conditions,” I snap.

“Of course.” He smiles.

“I want to go to LA two weekends a month.”

He smiles broadly.

“And you are going to mind the baby two days a week so I can go back to work.”

He bursts out laughing and grabs me in an embrace. “Oh my god Natasha, I fucking love you.” He jumps up and then sits back down as he looks at the pills and the keys in his hand, then he stands again.

I smile broadly. “Do you like your wedding presents, Mr Stanton?” I ask.