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Rosie handed me a bag filled with leftovers as we got ready to leave.

“Audrey would’ve loved you. She always wanted a daughter,” Orlando said, almost to himself.

“Thank you.” I hugged him. “That means a lot.”

Dez was quiet on the drive back. I knew he was sitting with whatever his father said before we left.

“I know he’s trying, but it’s not enough yet,” he said.

“I know, baby.”

I laced my fingers through his. We drove the rest of the way home in silence.

I was in the kitchen drinking a glass of water, thinking about how much my life had changed in six months.

Thirty-nine, married, and pregnant by the nigga I was trying to scam.

Dez came up behind me. He rested his chin on my shoulder as his arms went around my waist.

“You make being around my pops easier,” he said.

I leaned back into him as he kissed my neck.

“You think your mom would’ve liked me like your dad said?”

“She would’ve.” His arms tightened around me. “You don’t take shit and neither did she. She would’ve loved that about you.”

“Is that why you love me?” I turned around and looked up at his handsome face.

“Partly.” He kissed me. “You also got a fat ass and that gushy gush between your legs.”

I laughed and tried to squirm away from him. “You’re such a fucking pig.”

He cornered me in between the island and tightened his hold on me. He leaned down to kiss me. I felt a flutter in my belly as warmth spread between my thighs.

“Papa—”

“Princess.”

“We just ate a lot of food.”

“What if I’m still hungry?” He smiled against my mouth. “I’ll be gentle.”

He lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him, my little bump pressing between as he carried me to the bedroom and laid me down on the bed.

He kissed me while he undressed me. The tenderness of his touch had me choking up. He peppered kisses along my shoulder and on the inside of my wrist. He pushed my shirt up and pressed his mouth to my stomach.

I shivered as he moved lower. His mouth found my clit, which had grown even more sensitive since I’d gotten pregnant. Every nerve in my body lit up like the Fourth of July while he licked and sucked, holding me steady the whole time. His palm on my small bump and his mouth was on my pussy did something to me. Possessive and soft at the same time.

“Papa!” I gasped as I came. It was a deep, rolling feeling that started in my center and moved out until my toes curled. I chanted his name into the dark bedroom. I’d become a desperate needy thing for him.

“I love you,” I said. He pushed me inside slowly, making sure I felt every inch as he stretched me out.

“I love you, Princess,” he rasped. “Fuck, I love you.”

I held onto him as he stroked me deep. He whispered how he’d kill for me and our baby. We came together, my legs wrapped around him tight. If I wasn’t already pregnant, I knew for sure this would’ve done it.

After we cleaned up, we lay in bed. I rested my head on his chest as he rubbed my back.