“My beautiful Briella,” he purred, sliding his hand down over my stomach. “Think maybe it’ll take this time?” I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped, nor the life that flashed before my eyes, a life next to him. “I hope so, Sir.” “I still don’t want you to tell me if you’re on birth control or not,” he admitted, tracing a circle over my belly button. “I’d rather be able to keep dreaming.” I smiled, leaning in to kiss along his jaw and burrow into his neck. “One day, baby. One day.”
