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Story: The Billionaire's Obsession
I check my watch. "We still have twenty minutes before the Millers arrive."
Lucy slides off the desk, smoothing her dress over her bump. "Just enough time for me to fix my hair and for you to pick up these papers you so carelessly knocked to the floor."
I grin, unrepentant. "Worth it."
She shakes her head, but her smile matches mine. "You're impossible.”
"And yet, you married me." I bend to help her gather the scattered documents.
"Best decision I ever made." The sincerity in her voice makes my chest tight with emotion.
When the papers are sorted and we're both presentable again, I pull her into my arms for one more moment of privacy before we return to being consummate professionals.
"I love watching you grow with our child," I tell her, hand splayed across her belly. "I love knowing that everyone who looks at you can see that you're mine."
Lucy's eyes soften. "Caveman," she teases, but I can see the pleasure my words give her.
"Your caveman," I correct her. "Forever."
The intercom buzzes, announcing the Millers' arrival in the lobby. Lucy steps back, professional mask sliding into place, though her lips still look kissed and her cheeks retain their flush.
"Ready, partner?" she asks, extending her hand to me.
I take it, squeezing gently. "With you? Always."
As we walk to the conference room, my hand rests at the small of her back. I notice the receptionist's eyes flicker to Lucy's belly, and that surge of primal pride returns. Let them look. Let them all see. This brilliant, beautiful woman chose me. Carries my child. Shares my name and my life.
I've never felt more powerful. More complete. More certain that whatever the future holds, we'll face it together—partners in every sense of the word.
Lucy slides off the desk, smoothing her dress over her bump. "Just enough time for me to fix my hair and for you to pick up these papers you so carelessly knocked to the floor."
I grin, unrepentant. "Worth it."
She shakes her head, but her smile matches mine. "You're impossible.”
"And yet, you married me." I bend to help her gather the scattered documents.
"Best decision I ever made." The sincerity in her voice makes my chest tight with emotion.
When the papers are sorted and we're both presentable again, I pull her into my arms for one more moment of privacy before we return to being consummate professionals.
"I love watching you grow with our child," I tell her, hand splayed across her belly. "I love knowing that everyone who looks at you can see that you're mine."
Lucy's eyes soften. "Caveman," she teases, but I can see the pleasure my words give her.
"Your caveman," I correct her. "Forever."
The intercom buzzes, announcing the Millers' arrival in the lobby. Lucy steps back, professional mask sliding into place, though her lips still look kissed and her cheeks retain their flush.
"Ready, partner?" she asks, extending her hand to me.
I take it, squeezing gently. "With you? Always."
As we walk to the conference room, my hand rests at the small of her back. I notice the receptionist's eyes flicker to Lucy's belly, and that surge of primal pride returns. Let them look. Let them all see. This brilliant, beautiful woman chose me. Carries my child. Shares my name and my life.
I've never felt more powerful. More complete. More certain that whatever the future holds, we'll face it together—partners in every sense of the word.