Double the D (Capricorn Cove, #2)

by Evie Mitchell

Drake let her go, one hand coming to rest on the small of her back, propelling her toward me. "Go greet Dane." She complied, coming to me, letting me wrap her in a hug. Good girl. I breathed her in. She smelled like lemongrass and home. Our girl felt fucking fantastic in my arms.

Dressed only in the soft lamplight, I stood before them, wondering if they cared about the curves and abundance of my body. I'd always been overly curvy. Hips and ass, breasts and belly. My mother encouraged me to embrace my beauty, taught me to dress for it, raised me up knowing that every woman is a goddess and beautiful in her own way.

"Jesus, Bluebell. Stop it. We love you. Every single part of you." I glanced over at Dane, letting out a long sigh. "Guess we're just gonna have to show her." Dane shot me a grin. "After you."

I didn't want to say that pregnancy was a bitch but all evidence said pregnancy was a bitch.

Love, I'd long since learned, had no end or beginning. It simply was. And our love was the very best kind—limitless.