Maybe for the Summer

by Aubreé Pynn

Daysha was a woman who required more – depth, love, patience, respect. And oddly enough, Julius wanted to study, research, and understand exactly how to be that. Because another man having what she possessed and mishandling it would drive him crazy.

“You heard me. I love you. I do. You’re what my nervous system needed. What my mind needed. I love you. And I’m going to show you every day that I do. You won’t settle here, you hear me?”

“Good, rest your mind and your body. We are safe and in a few hours, we’re going to hear a healthy heartbeat of our first of many. I love you, Jules. When that crown gets too heavy to wear, I’ll massage your shoulders. When it slips, I’ll put it back in the right position. But you will never take it off, papa.”