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“When are you going to tell them?”

“After we see the doctor, get a due date, all of that.” She swallows hard. “Have you... told anybody?”

I shake my head. “Who would I tell?”

The only person I’ve been thinking about telling is my Aunt Beatrice. She took me in when Dad was in and out of jail, and after my mom died, she was the only one who would talk about her with me.

I’ve been sending her money for the last few years but not visiting as much as I should even though I’m in town now.

Meredith nods, understanding. She puts a hand high up on my thigh.

“I feel like I need a bath... Do you want to take one with me?”

I grin. “Of course. I remember your mother’s jacuzzi tub.”

“It’s even bigger now, after the last renovation.”

I follow her up the stairs after putting away the rest of the food.

She starts to undress as she walks, and I laugh, picking up her clothes as she throws them on the stairs.

I deposit them in her laundry before heading into her mother’s bedroom. It looks the same as before, although the bathroom doesn’t, because it has been totally redone.

I undress as she starts the water, and slide down into it, groaning and looking up at her, my hair loose around my shoulders.

She looks down at me, biting her lower lip, and I notice the slight swell of her stomach. It’s strange to think about how much it’ll grow and swell, how big she’ll be with my baby.

It turns me on, if I’m honest with myself.

“I’m going to get as big as a house,” she groans, sliding into the water in front of me.

I grab onto her ankle, tugging her closer, and she squeals and giggles.

“You’re going to be so beautiful, all swollen with our baby.” I work my hand up her thigh and she bats at me playfully.

I smile, taking a washcloth instead and turning on the jets.

She moans and slides further down into the water as I start to wash her.

I glide the cloth along her body, slowly across the peaks of her nipples, the valley between her breasts. Every inch of her is so perfect.

“Logan,” she sighs as I continue washing her, her legs tangled around mine.

My cock stands up above the water. It’s like every time I’m anywhere near her, he’s at full attention.

“Princess, do you want to come?”

“So badly, please, Logan.”

I hum, moving the cloth between her legs before letting it float away.

She’s slick even beneath the water, and my fingers slide into her easily.

She pulses around my fingers, and my cock gets even harder as I pump them in and out of her. She gasps, spreading her legs further.

“You going to come for me, princess?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes, Logan, yes. Don’t stop.”