Expecting The Playboy's Baby

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Without him she’d still be serving tables and living an endless life filled with a bottomless pit of pain. Patrick had given her back her life.

She slid the engagement ring onto her finger. The ring fit perfectly.

“I can’t wait to be your wife.”

“I love you,” he said. “Does that mean yes?”

Jennifer laughed at him. “Yes. Yes. Yes. How many times do you want me to tell you?”

“For the rest of my life, I love you so much, Jennifer. I promise I’ll never fuck up. You’ll be the happiest woman in the world. I won’t let you down.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

His lips slammed down on hers, and her heart soared.

Epilogue

Jennifer stroked Bill’s head as she watched Patrick put more ribs on the barbeque. The scent was to die for, and she was feeding for two. She rubbed her stomach and stared at the man who’d put her in her condition.

“Stop glaring at me, baby. You were the one who attacked me and got you knocked up.” Patrick turned to smile at her. He had a knack for reading her mind.

“I’m pregnant, and it’s your fault.”

“You took advantage of a sleeping man.” He walked up to her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and dropped a kiss on her lips. “How was I to refuse a woman what she wanted?”

“Say no.”

“When it comes to you that word doesn’t exist to me.” He cupped her cheek and deepened the kiss. Patrick’s wedding band glinted in the sunlight. Their families were coming to dinner along with Linda’s family. Linda’s book had taken off, and she was now a successful author.

Jennifer was proud of her friend. Linda had found happiness as a writer while she’d found happiness with Patrick.

The doctor had told them the pregnancy was going well. He was keeping an eye on her in case something went wrong. Patrick was always with her. He refused to leave her side for any reason other than a football game. If it was down to a football game she lay on the sofa with her head in his lap reading a book.

They were happy. They were happier than she ever thought possible.

“I love you, Jennifer Thompson,” he said.

“You’re never going to get tired of saying that, are you?” She loved hearing him say her name.

“Nope. You’re my woman with my name and carrying my beautiful children.” He pushed her back until she was against the brick wall.

“Patrick Thompson, are you trying to seduce me?” she asked.

“Are you seduceable?”

“No.”

“All women are seduceable.” He ran his hand down her neck to cup her breast. “You’ve just got to find what makes her tick.”

Jennifer giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him in close. The barbeque could wait. Her appetite for her husband could never wait.

She kissed him back, falling in love with him all over again.

****

Patrick moaned against her lips. His woman picked the most inconvenient of moments to have a sexual hunger for him. There was no stopping her when the needs arose. He loved her to distraction. The whole world found it funny that the once eligible playboy and all round bad-ass millionaire had finally been caught by a woman. Their story was told over a dozen times in so many papers he’d grown bored of hearing it.

The true story was what mattered between them, not what some papers thought happened.

He moved down to stroke her swelling stomach. She wasn’t too far gone, but soon she’d be giving birth to his children.

Patrick couldn’t wait to help bring them into the world.

The time flew by, and before he knew it seven months had gone, and Jennifer gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl.

The End


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