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I yield to Mark’s touch every time though. I can’t help it. Neither of us can.
“Just. Let me. Examine you,” Dr. Love groans, his hands running across my chest until he finds his favorite two handed grip on my body.
Kissing me with a passion that only seems to grow day by day.
I finally catch my breath, and after reminding him my class is only in the next room online, he finally lets me go with a low moan of surrender.
He doesn’t like me locking the door either, but some days I just have to.
The sight of Mark Love, naked and hard in my study doorway has been the ruin of more than one online lesson or exam.
Today’s a little different though.
I use the break in my online class to take a bathroom break of a different kind.
Butterflies in my stomach, I watch my hands shiver as I wait for the test result.
Could be negative, but why should it be?
Mark and I have talked about starting a family since I moved in, from day one. And there’s no doubt in my mind I want him to be the father of my babies.
No doubt in my mind our family started the first night he claimed me as his.
The family he’s never had and my own desire to be the mom I certainly know I never had stick around while I grew up.
All the voices in my head though, mainly my dad’s… telling me I’m too young. I should establish myself first.
But I am established.
I have Mark, and he has me. I’ve never known more stability in my life. Never been surer of anything either.
The knock at my study door makes me jump.
It’s Mark.
Of course, it is. He’s never one to leave me locked up for too long and almost always knows my schedule better than I do.
The thought makes me smile as I watch the test strip turn blue.
“Evelyn?” I hear his muffled, deep voice from behind the door. “Evelyn, you okay?” he asks again.
But I can only make a strange sound. A sound I know Mark’s never heard before.
“C’mon, Evelyn. I’m not kidding. You alright in there?” he asks louder, pounding on the door until I finally hear the tiny lock popping under his weight.
It’s not Fort Knox. The lock was always just kind of a joke so Mark would leave me alone long enough for me to get some work done.
But once he thinks something’s not right, he’s the first man on the scene.
I’m in his arms before I know it, his calm but firm voice demanding me to tell him what’s wrong.
But nothing’s wrong.
Nothing’s been more perfect in the history of the whole entire world, ever.
I can’t find the words, only the test, which I pass to Mark as he looks on with anxiety until it registers.
“You mean?” Is all he can ask at first. His expression turning from worry to joy, relief, and then beaming pride all in one second.
My only response is to nod.
I can’t believe it either, but at the same time, it’s no real surprise.
I knew it from our first night.
And every night and day since then, it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out we were…
“Mommy and Daddy?” he says slowly, making me want to laugh at how silly he sounds.
But hearing it like that, from his lips. As if it was our own children speaking already.
I start to cry.
“Mommy and Daddy,” I echo back to him, feeling his body shake with emotion as he holds me tighter still, reminding me how blessed we all are, and how blessed we’ll always be.
“You’re gonna be the best mom,” he says, stroking my hair as I grip his iron abs, pressing my soft chest into him.
“And you’re already the world’s greatest dad,” I sniff. Meaning it. “And my best friend in the whole world,” I add. Not even trying to sound corny.
Because it’s true.
“So it’s settled then?” he adds cryptically.
My face forming into a puzzle as I study his smile.
“What do you mean?” I ask innocently, fondling the test between my fingers as though I need convincing this is real.
“You’ll be my wife as well as our children’s mommy,” he says, a matter of fact.
I hear myself gasp and then groan, clutching my belly.
But not for the reason he thinks.
“Is everything alright?” Mark asks, grabbing both my hands until I bring one of his up to my lips, kissing his large mitt.
“Never better,” I confirm. “And in case you were asking, the answer is yes. Always yes, Dr. Love,” I tell him, trying not to cry again.
“Dr. Partridge,” he corrects me, making me pout.
“I thought if we’re to be married I’d be Dr. Love too,” I protest. “Once I’ve graduated, of course,” I admit.
“You’ll always be Doctor Partridge to me, I’m afraid,” he admits.
“How so?” I protest.
