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"Hey," Paul said softly, cocking his hip against the crib as he nuzzled into her neck. "Why aren't you in bed, hm?"
"I'm just checking on him," Bella promised, smoothing her son's dark downy hair. Her voice was a hushed, awed whisper. "He's so beautiful, Paul...and he's ours."
After two years of trying with no success, they decided to forgo another round of IVF and just focus on themselves. Five months after their decision, she was puking her guts out and Paul couldn't have been more ecstatic.
"Come back to bed," he urged gently. "He'll be keeping us up all night soon enough."
She turned in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. "So until then, you'll be happy to keep me up?"
His growing erection pressed against her belly. "Six weeks is a long time to wait." He took her mouth in a sinfully hot kiss.
Her saucy grin was contagious. "Better start making up for lost time, eh?"
His answer was lost underneath her lips.
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