Page 60 of Doctor's Demands

“No, just normal,” she says, as she puts her hand over mine. “What married couple doesn’t want to see the people they create? I mean, how cool is it to look at another human and see your features all mixed up with the person’s you love? Nothing is cooler than that.”

“There’s still that fear that we’ll fuck them up. You know, how our parents did us.”

Her eyes narrow, and I think about what I said, but I don’t get a chance to apologize as she says, “You listen to me, Dr. Cantrell. Your parents made mistakes, but you turned out amazing. My mother made mistakes too, but I did just fine on my own.”

“You signed up to be sold to the highest bidder, Petra. That’s an epic fail.”

She moves to lie on the bed and nods at me to lose my swimming trunks. I do as she’s so eloquently asked and move to lie next to her, stroking her stomach as I look down at her.

“What I did wasn’t an epic fail. Against all odds, I found a man who needed me just as much as I needed him, even though neither of us knew we needed anyone. I think that’s an epic win, not fail. Now, do you want to think about that a little bit more before you go saying things out loud?”

“Um, maybe,” I say, then kiss her. “You are the best thing I’ve ever done, Petra.”

“I know that.” She kisses me. “And you’re the best thing I’ve ever done. Together, we might just do some great things and bring some more great people into this world too. Hard work, perseverance, and making the best decisions we can, will make sure of that.”

“If we had taken Roger up on that show, we’d have taken the world by storm. You know that, don’t you? I mean that. You’d have been bigger than any of the Kardashians.”

“Well, maybe we should rethink things,” she says, then pulls me down to kiss her again.

“Nah, I think we’ve made excellent plans so far. Help others, start a family. What kid wants to turn on the television and see his parents having any kind of sex, kinky or vanilla? We owe it to Owen junior not to ever record our private acts of love and lust.”

“Owen junior?” she asks, then shakes her head. “I like Taylor for a boy or a girl. We can call the baby Taylor the whole pregnancy and it’ll be born, knowing its name. It’s a great idea, you have to agree.”

“No, I don’t. I don’t want my son named Taylor. It’s girly. I’m going to have to take charge of the naming of the children. I can see that now.” I try to kiss her, but she puts her hand between our lips.

“Take charge?” she asks.

With a growl, I pin her to the bed. “Yeah, take charge. I smack her thigh and watch her eyes dance. “You got a problem with that?”

Shaking her head, she growls back at me. “Take charge, baby. Show Momma who she belongs to.”

And just like that, we switch from normal to beast mode, and neither of us would have it any other way. Our happily ever has found us, and we’re not about to let it slip away.

The End