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Dustin

S wimming with tears, her eyes are the brightest green I’ve ever seen, breathtaking as they search my face. I wipe the trail running down her cheek with a torn-up knuckle, only to leave a smear of pink on her skin. “I hope she has your eyes.” I roll her to her back, scooting down until my mouth is on her stomach where our baby grows. Needing skin, I lift the T-shirt past her breasts, exposing all of her to me. I close my eyes, letting it sink in. Our baby. Fuck, that’s wild.

She laughs and I realize I spoke out loud. “You’re not upset?”

I glance at her downturned face. “Are you kidding me?” I kiss her belly one more time before moving up her body again. “I hope it’s twins.”

She plays with the longer strands of hair on the top of my head, a soft smile curving her lips. “I’m pretty sure your genes can’t make me release two eggs.”

I plump her tits in my palms, kissing her pretty pale nipples in turn, studying them. Are they bigger? Sweet. “I don’t know. My swimmers are obviously strong as fuck. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a whole litter in there.”

“You’re a fool.” She laughs and it does amazing things to my two new favorite toys. They jiggle in my hands, and I bury my face between them, content to stay here all night.

“A fool for you.” Chuckling, I switch our positions so she’s on top, straddling my thighs. She pulls the shirt over her head, tossing it aside, and I groan. This might be my favorite position. I cup her gorgeous tits again. “They’re bigger already, right? I always thought I was an ass man, but these things are fantastic. Maybe I’m a you man. God, I can’t wait for them to fill with milk.”

She swats my hands away. “It’s not for you, silly.”

“The hell it isn’t.” I rear up and suck one pebble into my mouth and she moans. “I’m not giving up my girls for anyone. Just think of me as the taste tester.” She wiggles and protests when I pinch and nip, but I know she’s loving it. The proof is running down my balls as we speak. “What’s a proper courtship length? Twenty minutes, ya think?” It’s been about that long since I asked her to be my girl.

My dick is sandwiched between our bodies, and I’d like nothing more than to enter her again. I’m thinking of lowering her over me. I go as far as lifting her hips, positioning her, when she tugs at my head, pulling me back far enough to look into my eyes. “I love you, Dusty.”

I pause, arms straining, and search her face. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Well, that works out perfectly.” She’s so wet, it’s easy to enter her. I wait until she’s done squirming before continuing. “It’s a bonus when the woman I marry loves me.”

“Is that so?” She lays her arms over my shoulders. “I don’t remember you asking me.”

“Will you choose me, peach?”

“Mmm, Chip and Peach. I like the sound of that.”

“Fuck yeah, you do.”

Tina slaps my greedy hands away. “Will you stop it? Jeez.”

We’re in the bathroom with me sitting on the toilet while she tends to my injuries. Minor injuries, but I’m loving her attention, so I don’t argue. The problem is, after we fucked and showered, we never re-dressed. “This may become an issue.”

She looks down from her task. “What?”

“I can’t seem to get enough of your boobs.”

“They’re just boobs, Dusty.”

“Just boobs?” I’m outraged on their behalf. “Shut your mouth, woman.” I gesture to my growing erection. “They are fucking magic, is what they are. I’ve never had so many boners in one day.”

She giggles. “You’re such a child. There.” She finishes with the last butterfly bandage. I can hear my brothers teasing already: Butterfly stitches are for bitches . I’ll deal with the ribbing a million times over to have my woman hovering naked over me. I smack her ass on my way out of the bathroom.

I’m pulling on my sweats when I hear a door slam from downstairs. Seconds later, Colin yells from what sounds like the bottom of the steps. “You guys decent?”

“Be right down!”

Tina comes out of the closet dressed in leggings and the same T-shirt as before. It’s tight across the chest, hitting her mid-thigh. She looks fucking adorable and she’s finally mine. She steps over the pile on the floor to get to me. “Hey,” I say, frowning at the mess. “I know I’m a pig most days, but what happened in here?”

She looks sheepish. “I may have had a little tantrum.”

I laugh. “A little, huh? Come here.” I pull her in for a quick kiss. “Ready?” At her nod, we walk hand in hand toward the stairs. As we get closer to the top landing, the volume from below increases tenfold. My whole family is here, from the sound of it.

I step in front of her, blocking her path. “I want to tell them.” I wait for her argument that it’s too soon, but it never comes. She stares back with warmth in her eyes. And love. All for me. I give myself a second to soak it up. I’ve waited forever to be at the receiving end of such a look from her. “I suck at waiting.”

She rises to her tiptoes and kisses my chin. “I don’t know… I’d say you’re pretty good at waiting.”

I frame her face, stealing one more kiss before we join the craziness downstairs. “I think I’ve reached my limit.”