She throws herself against my chest and I wrap my arms around her, kissing the top of her head. “I bet you’ll look sexy as fuck while you’re pregnant with my baby.” “Stop it,” she chastises with a smile in her voice, then looks up. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For being the father of my children.” “I would have no other mother for them. You’re mine, Mrs. Shaw.” She pulls me down with a fistful of my shirt. “And you’re mine, Mr. Shaw.”
