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I blink rapidly, trying to clear my blurry vision.

“No, not that. I mean the engagement. You don’t have to marry me because I know you were just saying that to convince the social worker that I’m not a prostitute. I don’t expect you to marry me just to keep social services off my case. I appreciate it,” I say, taking a deep breath as my heart cracks, “but it’s too much. You don’t have to pretend.”

Damon gently takes my face in his hands and looks deep into my eyes, straight to my soul.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t say you’re my fiancée for the benefit of the social worker. I said you’re my fiancée because I want to marry you. That’s probably the only thing good that’s come out of Matt’s freak out. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, and his actions spurred my proposal, although I agree, it wasn’t very romantic. I love you honey, and I want to marry you.”

I gasp, my eyes going wide.

“You do?” I ask in a trembling voice.

He nods.

“These past months with you have been the best months of my life, Christine, and I’ve fallen deeply in love with you. I can’t imagine spending even one day without you and Paddy by my side,” he says, looking down at our son. “This boy’s the bomb. I already love him so much and I meant it when I called him ours because he is my son. I want it to be official. I want to marry you and adopt Paddy. I want the three of us to be a family, so what do you say, honey? Will you make me an honest man?”

My smile is so big that my cheeks hurt, but it’s the best kind of pain that exists. I burst into tears again, but they’re the kind of tears I live for.

“Yes, yes!” I cry while leaning into Damon’s embrace. “I’d love to be your wife.”

He leans in close and presses his lips to mine before reaching down to stroke Paddy’s downy head again.

“Good,” he says in a voice thick with emotion, “because I adore you both and I’m keeping you with me always.”

Then, he’s kissing me again and my heart cracks open wide with love as our souls entwine. After all, I met Damon because of his fetish. The CEO has a kink for pregnant women, but little did he realize what he was getting when he agreed to a date through City Girls. Now, the billionaire has a fiancée, a son, and a new family all rolled into one.

Epilogue

Christine

Six months later.

Having a baby shower for a baby that’s already been born is a little out of step, but I guess we’ve kind of done things out of order from the very beginning. But it doesn’t matter because looking across the room and seeing my handsome husband cradling our beautiful boy, Patrick, makes this the best baby shower in the history of babies.

After all, my fiancé wasted no time after we got out of the hospital. Within a week, we were married at City Hall, and although it was just a small affair, it was absolutely perfect. I wore a simple, billowy white gown, and my man looked dashing in a grey suit. It was just the two of us, the officiant, and the photographer, but now, we’re throwing a party to show off our new son.

People mill about the penthouse, eating snacks and drinking champagne as kids scamper to and fro. Damon’s got Paddy cradled in his arms as he talks with various guests, and I swear they look like twins. Even if they’re not biologically related, Paddy’s got Damon’s dark hair and sparkling blue eyes. They could be father and son. Or rather, they are father and son.

Even better, Matt’s out of our lives for good now. I have no idea how that asshole figured out that I used to work with City Girls, but I don’t care anymore. We haven’t seen or heard from him since that day at the hospital, and clearly, he doesn’t care about Paddy at all. He signed away his parental rights without a peep, and now, Damon’s in the process of officially adopting my boy.

“You guys really do make a beautiful family,” a voice sounds from over my shoulder. I turn to look at Hannah, the social worker from the hospital, and smile.

“Thank you. I love them both more than I thought possible. If you’d asked me even nine months ago where I imagined myself, I never would have thought it’d be here.”

In a funny turn of events, Hannah has become a friend of ours, and that’s why she’s at the shower. Even though our marriage put her concerns to rest, there were still a few home visits she had to do in order to close the case. Her sessions turned into conversation over tea and snacks, and we talked and laughed and got to know each other. I even went so far as to tell Hannah about my start with City Girls, and although she was scandalized, she was also very accepting and non-judgmental. Now, Hannah and I talk almost every day, and the pretty brunette comes to visit Paddy as often as she can.

But then I catch Hannah watching Patrick with a peculiar look on her face, and my sixth sense goes off. She’s utterly radiant today, and my head quirks to the side with interest.

“Something on your mind, girlfriend?” I query.

She turns back to me and smiles.

“Yes, sort of.”

I lean over closer so that only Hannah can hear.

“Are you pregnant? You’re glowing right now.”

My friend flushes bright pink, but she nods while biting her lip.

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