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But despite the doubts, my feet moved like they were magnetized. I trailed behind the women, looming and large, picking up things when ordered, looking at samples without much input.
“Oh Gray,” cooed Kitty. “Isn’t this such a beautiful side table? It would look perfect with that couch over there.”
I nodded wordlessly, but Kitty had already turned away. She was inspecting a blown glass sculpture that looked like an inverted snowflake, some weird ass thing that was new-agey and probably cost fuck-all.
But the thing is I wanted her to have it. If it made my best girl happy, then there was no price that was too high to pay. I can’t explain it really. I’m not supposed to care, none of this is supposed to make a difference. And yet here I was, acting the part of a would-be husband, nodding and pulling out my wallet on cue.
And the stupidest part is that no one was here to see. It would be one thing if we were acting lovey-dovey for an audience. Because yeah, I had to have a fake fiancée in order to access the money from my dad’s will. Our little ploy had to be persuasive, the lawyers would never swallow it otherwise. But that’s the thing. There was no one here to see. No lawyers, not my mom, not my friends, not the society gossips who trail me everywhere, desperate to figure out who I’m dating. So what the fuck am I doing?
But it was too late because Kitty was already in the children’s furniture section.
“This one is a best seller,” proclaimed the saleslady, her hand resting lightly a white wooden cradle painted with pictures of animals. “If you don’t mind me asking honey, how old are you?”
Kitty flushed.
“I’m eighteen,” she murmured softly. “Why?”
The saleslady nodded approvingly.
“Eighteen is such a great age because you’ll be able to have lots of children. You’ve got plenty of time. I didn’t have my first until I was twenty-eight, and that was late,” she confided in a hushed whisper. “I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to get pregnant, so you folks are doing the right thing.”
I stood there, immobile, unable to get my bearings. Because holy shit, was this really happening? Were we really thinking of buying a cradle for a baby? Hell no! This was the Twilight Zone, a farce come to life. Couldn’t they tell it was all a sham?
But Kitty turned to me then, caramel eyes wide.
“What do you think Gray?” she asked softly. “We’re not married yet, but do you think we should plan ahead just in case?”
My mouth opened and closed soundlessly, like a fish out of water. Because was she nuts? We were getting married and then divorced, had Kitty forgotten? There wasn’t gonna be a baby, no way no how.
But I couldn’t say the words because the girl looked so beautiful standing there, caressing the edge of the cradle, a dreamy look in her eyes. The brunette was round, ripe and fertile, and a sense of ownership welled up inside me from out of nowhere. Shit, Kitty was right as a mommy. I could imagine that soft belly swelling up, full and round with my child, the girl blossoming with my seed. And shit, but my dick grew hard just thinking about it. Suddenly I needed to get out of here.
“We’ll take it all,” I ground out, gesturing to the entire nursery set. “All of it, put it on my card.”
Kitty swung around to look at me, eyes wide.
“Are you sure Gray?” she asked in a whisper. “There’s no need, you know.”
I had an impulse to swing her into my arms right there and fuck my dick into her body, getting her pregnant right here in the middle of the furniture store. But right, we were going at it kosher. We were an engaged couple, not porn stars.
So I grunted again.
“Oh yeah baby girl, you’re getting pregnant,” I rumbled, eyes gleaming at her, hard rod stiff. “I want six or seven kids, minimum. The sooner the better.”
Her mouth opened like an “O.” What would it be like to have my dick stuffed down that throat, those pouty lips sucking me? How good would it feel to have those wet pussy walls clamped around my cock again, milking me dry? Oh yeah, that was the way to go, that was a life I wanted.
So I grunted again, eyes fierce.
“If anything, let’s take two of everything,” I growled, never even looking at the saleslady. “Let’s take two cribs, two changing tables, two nappies or whatever, throw it all in. Because my baby is gonna be pregnant so fast, so many times over we’ll need multiples.”
Kitty just stared at me, eyes wide. But the saleslady was on it, cackling like a hag, dollar bills zinging in her eyes.
