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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

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Using my elbow, I prop myself up to watch her sleep. The moonlight shining through the split in the curtains allows me to witness her beauty while she rests for our baby. My hands alternate between caressing her tits and her bump, and I will them to never change despite knowing they’re going to.

I’ve never felt so enamored by someone before. So fiercely protective and utterly obsessed. There’s no way in hell she can ever leave me; I simply won’t allow it.

I’ve watched each of my best friends fall for their girls and never understood it until her.

How one person can hold me captive, I’ll never understand it, but I couldn’t be more grateful. She’s stolen my thoughts, my power, and my heart, and the little baby moving inside their momma makes my chest swell with love I never knew existed inside me.

It’s like I’ve waited my entire life for her.

My cock thickens inside her, and my hands roam freely over her bump and up to her soft, heavy tits. I’ll never tire of this, feeling her delicate body against my solid one, and the thought of spending another night away from her and our baby, hell, even from Bryce has anxiety building in my stomach.

For some odd reason, I just lie there, my cock as deep as it will go while she remains asleep, and the feeling of us being so connected at such a vulnerable time has every cell inside me swelling with pride. They’re mine to protect forever.

I place a gentle kiss on her shoulder, and she mumbles in her sleep. The need to reassure her has my body pulling taut as I nuzzle into her hair with a softness normally absent from me.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. I’m here.”

Does she dream of him? And the two of them in this very bed. A surge of jealousy consumes me, and when my eyes lock on to the photo beside her bed, anger slithers through my bloodstream.

They’re mine now.

And nobody will take them away from me.

Not even George Fanzio.