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I knew she wasn’t pregnant and never had a miscarriage. Whatever she was dreaming about, I knew it had something to do with being pregnant.

I could tell that the utter devastation on her face was because she realized it wasn’t real when she woke up.

She’s ready, I know she is. She wants to be ours. I can see it in the way she acts when she’s with us. She’s at home, at peace. She’s relaxed, feels safe.

I knew the more time she spent with us, the more she would forget about how we came together and realize it was meant to be.

I didn’t show my brothers the camera footage because I knew if they saw it, they would change plans and be on Cove in a second.

Fat fucking chance.

I’m going to be the one to put my baby in Cove first, and this is my leg up on my brothers.

I’m sitting in the chair in the corner of her room, watching her sleep.

We’ve been working all day for our father. Normally, getting to torture and kill men all day would be like Christmas morning to me, but I’ve gotten to the point where I’d rather be home with my Little Bunny than getting my hands covered in blood while the sweet sounds of begging and screaming fill my ears.

If that doesn’t say I’m head over fucking heels infatuated with this woman, then I don’t know what does.

As soon as we got back, I headed to the shower, cleaned the blood from my hands and body, then went straight to Cove’s room.

I’ve been here for an hour, just watching her peacefully sleep. She’s so fucking beautiful right now.

Her dark hair is fanned out around her pillow and her body is uncovered, the blankets looking like they’ve been kicked off at some point.

She’s dressed in Maverick’s clothes and it sends a bit of jealousy through me. I want to rip them off her and change her into mine.

Doesn’t matter. I’m here with her now.

Head tilted back, my hooded eyes stay glued to her sleeping form. My breathing is slow and steady as I watch, a comfortable warmth settled inside me.

I could spend hours like this, watching her, knowing she’s here with us, safe.

Wild thoughts run through my mind, the ones that always consume me, my Little Bunny always the star of the show.

Cove moans softly and I’m immediately on alert, eyes widening as my blood starts to pump through my veins.

I know that moan. I know all the sounds she makes.

She’s dreaming. And by the way her legs start to close, clenching her thighs together, I know it’s of a sexual nature.

“What are you thinking about, Bunny?” I whisper, my cock starting to harden.

My hair is still damp from the shower, and I’m only dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants.

Reaching down, I give my cock a squeeze, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

Cove moans again, this time louder and mixed with a whimper.

“Fuck,” I grunt, thrusting up into my hand. The familiar rush of arousal floods me.

I know the drill, I’ve done this dozens of times before.

Lowering my sweatpants, I let my erection spring free, already rock hard as pre-cum beads at the tip.

Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I let my head fall back, eyes locked on my girl as I start to stroke myself. Starting from the base and going all the way to the tip. I give it a squeeze, more pre-cum leaking and coating my hand before my hand glides back down my length again.

I don’t dare look away from Cove as her movements start to become more animated.