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Sherman

I’m giddy, flush with pleasure as I make my way to the kitchen to grab Miranda’s clothes so she can get dressed before Barbara and Kimora show up. I’ve kept her in our bed and beneath me for a solid three hours, ready for round after round, discussing what our future will look like between orgasms. Maybe our parents will think it’s foolish how headstrong we are, running at full speed into a family we’ve only just dreamed up, but that’s ok. It doesn’t have to make sense to anyone but us. Besides, there’s absolutely no going back now—a fact that leaves me feeling even giddier.

I scratch my temple, looking around the kitchen, wondering where in the hell Miranda’s clothes ran off to.

“Looking for these?”

I spin around at Barbara’s deep chuckle from her seat in my recliner in the living room. I must have skipped right past her, caught up in thoughts of my angel and her belly potentially swelling soon with my child.

“Jesus, Barbara.” I snatch the clothes from her, hiding them behind my back, grateful that I pulled on my own clothes—now uncharacteristically wrinkled—before leaving the bedroom. “How did you get in here?”

Barbara tips her head toward the kitchen. “You always forget to lock the back door.”

I won’t be making that mistake again, knowing I need to be more mindful now that Miranda will be living here.

“Kimora will be here in about ten minutes to help set up, so if you don’t want the rest of the office to find out about you and Miranda, I suggest she get dressed quickly and hightail it out of your bedroom.”

I don’t question how she knows the clothes belong to Miranda.

“Oh, they’re going to find out, alright,” I say with a smirk and a heart full of pride as I move toward the hallway. “Considering this just turned into an engagement party.”

Barbara gasps behind me, and I lock the bedroom door as soon as I step inside. Miranda is standing in a towel, her skin damp from a quick shower while I fetched her clothes. I toss them to the side and sweep her into my arms.

She laughs, trying to lift her legs around my waist. “Another round already, sir?”

I lay her on our bed and tug her towel away. She rests her hand on her belly, wearing my university class ring on her left ring finger until I can get her a proper engagement ring. I strip and climb on the bed to kiss a long line up from her ankle to the sweet center of her.

“One more taste of you, angel, and then maybe I’ll be ready to let you out of bed for a few hours,” I say with a grin, watching my angel’s eyes roll back when I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. “But only maybe.”