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Maggie thought that sounded wonderful. And no, he didn’t make it to his next meeting. In fact, he missed several of his afternoon meetings that day!
Epilogue
Maggie waddled into her husband’s office and slumped into the leather chair, putting her swollen feet up on the opposite stool. “All my meetings are done. Another safe house for abused women has been selected and we’re halfway through the selection process for the next one,” she announced, feeling both relieved that she’d wouldn’t be around to help with “Women’s Refuge”, a group of shelters for survivors of domestic violence, and eager to give birth to her second child. “How many more weeks?” she asked, rubbing her swollen belly with both hands.
Ramit tossed the contract he’d been reviewing aside in favor of watching his very pregnant, very beautiful wife contemplate her belly.
“I believe the doctor said another two weeks or so,” he replied.
She shook her head and groaned. “I’m not going to make it that long.”
“You loved being pregnant a couple of months ago.”
She blushed and watched as he pushed out of his chair and came over to the sitting area. He didn’t sit next to her. Instead, he sat down in front of her and pulled her legs onto his lap. He tossed one shoe away, then the other, then started rubbing her feet in the way that he knew she loved.
“That was when my hormones were going wild and…oh, my gosh!” Her head fell back against the cushions behind her, Ramit’s fingers pressing into the tension in her feet. “You’re getting better at that!”
“I’ve had plenty of practice and instruction,” he replied with a chuckle, pressing his thumb into the arch of her foot. That pressure elicited another moan of pleasure and Ramit tried to suppress his immediate surge of lust. Even after all these years, Maggie still had the ability to drive his body wild with need for her.
“Where’s Nadia?” he asked, pressing his knuckle against her toe.
“She’s at her riding lesson.” Maggie lifted her head to frown at him. “Do not get her another pony!”
He laughed, shaking his head. “No more ponies. Not until she’s bigger and can handle this one.”
Maggie groaned. “Ramit, I caught her trying to ride standing up two days ago! The girl is fearless.”
“Standing up on what?” he demanded, his fingers freezing.
She wiggled her fingers, silently ordering him to continue. “Her saddle, my love. She’s standing on the saddle while her pony cantered around the corral.”
“Tell me you’re kidding!” he growled.
Maggie sighed, realizing that her foot rub was over. Ramit, her wonderful, amazing husband was now in what she lovingly referred to as ‘Papa Mode’.
“No, I’m not kidding. And that pony loves it when she tries these dare devil tricks.”
“She’s grounded for a month!” he snarled, standing up and starting to walk away. But he only made it a few feet before he turned back and, offering both of his hands, helped Maggie up from the sofa. “Let’s go rescue our daughter,” he told Maggie.
She sighed and waddled next to him. “She’s just like you, Ramit.”
He wrapped his arm around her round waist. “And you love me.”
She laughed and leaned her head against his shoulder. “I really do,” she sighed.
He kissed the top of her head. “I love you too.”
And they walked out to the stables where they found their beautiful daughter trying to ride upside down on her pony.