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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

REED

As soon as she walks into the bathroom, I throw off the sheets and follow her, and her startled eyes widen when I enter.

“Reed… what are you doing?”

I ignore her little outburst and switch on the shower. “I need to wash the dog off. I shouldn’t have gotten into bed with you until I had.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “Now?”

“Hmm,” I muse absently.

She giggles and shakes her head. “Can I finish peeing first?”

Her words still me, and my brow furrows as my gaze roams over her. I’ve never been in the vicinity of a woman peeing before, yet it felt natural to follow her in here. All I want to do is take care of her. Her swollen stomach housing my baby pushes her tits high, and I long to caress her, all of her. They’re both mine, after all.

“Have you finished?” I whisper. The atmosphere in the room becomes thick with something indescribable.

“Yes,” she whispers back, so faintly I almost don’t hear it; her green orbs never leave my own. I reach for the toilet paper and break some off, then kneel at her feet. Her breath flutters over my face with the rise of her chest. “R-Reed?”

“Shh, it’s okay, baby.” I tuck her hair behind her ears. “Let me take care of you.”

She swallows hard and scrutinizes me.

“Open your legs and let me take care of you.” I nod toward her legs, and when she spreads them wider, I delight in the trust she puts in me. It feels like a turning point in our relationship, and my chest thumps with glory as I take the tissue and gently wipe at her entrance with a tenderness I didn’t know I was capable of.

My breathing hitches and my cock twitches. Not because of some weird fetish, but because she’s allowing me to intrude on something that is beyond private, something probably nobody has done for her before, and every muscle in my body swells with elation. She’s allowing me to care for her and giving me the control to be the man I long to be. A caregiver, a homemaker, and a family man. Something I thought I was incapable of becoming, and it’s the greatest gift she could grant me.

I wipe at her slick folds again, hating the moisture gathered on the tissue paper. Knowing I’m swiping away my cum from where it belongs irks me. “There you go, baby. All nice and clean.” I lean forward, and our lips touch briefly before I pull back, and my cock is as hard as a fucking stone again.

I will not fuck my future wife on a toilet.

But in the shower is just fine.