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  “Of course I do.” I pulled back, grasping his face with my hand and looking him in the eye. I wanted there to be no misunderstanding. “That was why I was such an ass. I loved you so much that the fear of losing you paralyzed me. But never again. No more secrets. No more lies.”

  His lips collided with mine. I was home. We kissed deeply and passionately until we both needed to catch our breath.

  “While we are confessing, I noticed you growing.”

  “You thought I was just getting fatter.” I raised an eyebrow. Playful Matt was my favorite. Or was it sexy, bossy, naked Matt? It was a tie.

  “Not fat, voluptuous and sexy, but that wasn’t even what I was talking about.” And then he pulled the ultimate Matt move, he pinched my nipple.

  “Ohhh.” I bit my lip to hold in a moan. I grabbed his hand, leading him to his bedroom. I needed to feel his weight on me, his cock in me, and his lips worshipping me. I needed him to feel my love to him through my actions, because recently those actions had been crap. This, this I could give him. There was no lying when our bodies became one.

  “Mae?”

  “Yes.” We stopped at the door. Once we entered, the conversation would no longer be with words and this felt big. Important.

  “I love you. I love Gracie. I want us to be a family in all ways.”

  He wanted everything. I didn’t lose him. This was so not the life I had mapped out for myself. This was a detour, to be sure. A detour of the very best kind. One that led to love and family.

  “Gracie. Of course that’s her name.” I knew it the second the name escaped his lips. Our little girl was Gracie.

  “I think so.”

  “I know so.” And as his lips met mine, I knew that everything was going to be okay. No, better than okay. Because what out there was better than love and I had it abundance.

  Epilogue

  Today was the day. I was getting married. When the gossip columns found out the most eligible CEO and billionaire had found his true love and was getting married, they began to hound us for details. They were expecting a fairy tale wedding complete with two bazillion dollar dress and cake the height of most homes. Little did they know, that was so not us. We were about the marriage, not the wedding. I was never that little girl who played bride.

  “Ready, love?” he asked as we reached the window. I was so ready.

  “Absolutely.” I leaned over the console as he rolled down the car window and passed the paper to Elvis. No, I wasn’t the little girl who played bride, but I was the adult woman who wanted to tell her grandbabies that she got married at a drive-thru chapel by Elvis at three AM.

  The ceremony was shorter than expected, but perfect. And unlike the name indicated, we had to go inside because even in Vegas there is a butt-ton of paperwork.

  I waddled in, because I was at that stage of pregnancy. Not one person batted an eye because, let’s face it, if you work at a drive thru chapel, a pregnant bride is probably one of the more normal things you see on a typical day.

  “Mrs. Dahl?” Matt asked after we finally got everything signed, witnessed, and paid. Something about the way he said my new name gave me shivers of the very best kind.

  “Yes, Mr. Dahl?”

  “You look dead on your feet.” He was probably right. Getting up to be here for three AM was not the easiest thing I’d done this month. Not by a mile.

  “It is three AM.”

  “Which was your idea, why?”

  “Promise not to laugh?” He crossed his heart with his fingers. “We did everything so ass-backward and it somehow worked. I figured this was as far as you could get from a typical wedding.”

  “And therefore, by default, it would work.” And that is why I loved him. He got me.

  “Exactly.” He took my hand and we walked our way to the parking lot, which was surprisingly full given the time of night.

  “Your logic is flawed.” It took me a moment to catch up to our conversation.

  “How is that, dear husband?”

  He twirled me around pushing me gently against the side of the car and kissing me soundly. “Say it again.” He spoke millimeters from my lips.

  “Husband.” My belly was in the way, but there was no part of me that didn’t believe he was hard just from that word.

  “Everything we do works because it is filled with love.” He sealed his words with a kiss, slow and leisurely and filled with so much promise. God, I loved this man.

  “You are a romantic one.”

  “The ideas I have running through my head right now are far from romantic.” And if to prove his point, he whispered things I dared not repeat aloud. Damn, he had a good imagination.

  “I think we can make one, two, and four work. Three might have to wait.”

  “Too kinky for you, Mrs. Dahl?”

  “Yeah, that’s it. It has nothing to do with the ginormous size of my belly getting in the way.” And just then, Gracie decided to add in her two cents and kick her daddy. We both laughed at her timing.

  “Your beautiful belly, you mean.” He ducked down, kissing my belly before sliding his hands up my dress. That was so not going to happen in a parking lot full of drunks. I batted his hands away and he let out a belly laugh. The man was messing with me. Had I mentioned he was the perfect man for me? Not perfect, but perfectly mine.

  “Yeah, that one.” Because arguing with him over my looks had led to more than one spanking, and tonight I was not in a spanking mood. That could very easily change over time, but for now, I wanted to go with door number one, two, and four for the orgasm.

  “Fine.” He feigned disappointment. “One, two, and four it is.”

  “And why are we not in the car already?” He remedied that right quick.

  “You, Mae, are the perfect wife.” He kissed me soundly before closing my door and making his way to the driver’s side. I was far from the perfect wife, but I planned to be the best wife I could be for the man who taught me that mapping out your life might lead to achieving your goals, but it was the detours in life that lead to living.

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  Filled with the desire to write books she wouldn’t want her mama to know she read, much less wrote, Ever Coming was born.

  Ever Coming is the pen name of an international best selling author who simply wanted some heat with her sweet romances. When she is not reading and writing romances, Ever is usually found enjoying time with her kids and husband.

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