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A smile explodes on the doctor’s face. “There you are.”
“Oh, my God, please show me,” Dominique chokes as the tears continue to roll down her cheeks.
“You’d better rest up now,” she points to a blob on the screen. “Do you see this little peanut?” We both respond, and I don’t know how I do because I know I’m not breathing, I can barely believe this is really happening.
I watch as she moves her finger to another blob.
Wait a minute…
“And this one here?” She turns to look at us, her grin splitting her face in two. We nod mutely. “Then I’m sure you’ve figured out you’re going to have twins,” she chuckles.
“Holy shit,” I laugh.
Dominique’s eyes are big and round in surprise, joy exploding from every pore of her body. “Are you sure?”
“Quite sure.” She repositions the knob at different angles, although I’m not sure what she’s looking for. Maybe more babies.
Dominique lands her beautiful eyes on me. “I want that fertility doll when we get back to the house, Mr. Beauchamp. I think it’s done the job.” She squeezes my hand.
“Cheri, there is no doll,” I smile down at her. “It was my sperm, your magic, and the house wanting to be full of love once again.”
Dominique’s smile is bright and big and beautiful. She fists my shirt and pulls my face to hers, and whispers. “I do believe the Beauchamp curse has finally been broken.”
I take her bottom lip between my teeth. I can hear her let out a soft little moan.
“There’s one more thing needed before it’ll be completely broken, I’m afraid,” I reply softly as I stare into her eyes.
“Oh really, and what is that?”
I slowly lower myself to one knee as I reach into my pocket. “Be my wife, Dominique. Be the mistress of Beauchamp Plantation. You are the only one who makes it feel alive. You make me feel alive.” I slip the ring that has been in my family for generations on her finger, once thought to be cursed. If anyone can break any curse, Dominique can. She’s invincible.
I stupidly thought it was her body I’d craved. I thought if I fucked her enough, if I pushed her with my depravity hard enough, if I was gluttonous enough for her flesh, I’d get my fill.
I was so damn wrong.
She was the air I’d been missing; she was the sun that exploded inside my darkness. All the time I’d been running into burning buildings, I’d been looking for the spark that would light a fire to my soul.
She is my inferno; her fire has burnt away everything wrong and has brought me life.
She clasps my face between her hands and rains kisses all over me. “Yes, yes, yes!”
I’m the luckiest son-of-a-bitch alive.
The End
