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I try to imagine her pregnant, with a protruding belly. And then a vision of her holding a baby surfaces. Her foster kid had been a toddler. Mom said he was as adorable as could be. She also said he was incredibly lucky to have Sunny in his life, as she was a natural mother. I can see it, just watching her move around my kitchen, hunting out my saltines, taking care of me.
If she were pregnant with my child, if that was my toddler Mom called adorable, would I really be okay playing the distant uncle role? With no one knowing the kid is mine? Leaving Sunny to handle it all on her own?
If I receive a spinal fellowship, I’ll have another year of training. I could be far away, across the country. Chances are I won’t have a choice. I’ll have no time to put in as a father. Hell, half the doctors I know who married in their twenties are now divorced or in their second marriages.
“Sit down.” Sunny’s warm, soft fingers nudge me in the direction of the bar stool. I blink, snapping myself out of my zone.
“Tough day?” she asks.
“Nah. Just a long one.”
She pulls a hair band off her wrist, gathers her blonde strands, and ties her hair back, off her shoulders. My stomach rumbles, reminding me I need to eat.
“You know, when you were late tonight, I wondered if you might be re-thinking this decision.” I glance up at her, dripping spoon midair over my lap. “And it would be okay. I would understand. I can easily find an anonymous donor. You don’t have to do this.”
She thinks I’m the one second-guessing this? She’s the one who hasn’t made time to visit in nearly two months.
The hot, buttery soup burns going down the back of my throat. A small amount remains in the bowl, and I slurp down all but a handful of white rice grains. When I set the bowl down, it clatters on the oversize plate she set down as some sort of placemat. I rest my elbows on the kitchen bar and look directly into those sky-blue irises.
“This is something I want to do. For you. I thought you might have changed your mind.”
An all-too-telling flush climbs from her throat to her cheeks, and her gaze drops to her fingers. “I’ve been busy.”
“You got scared.” There’s something about the way she’s picking at her nails that makes me remember we should look at her medical history.
She lets out a sigh then lifts her gaze. She sucks in that bottom lip and halfway smiles. It’s an adorable combination that only Sunny does. “Maybe. And I think that’s okay, all things considered. Just like it’s okay if you change your mind. We can change our minds about this at any time, and it’s perfectly acceptable.”
“I’m not changing my mind.” It’s an honest statement, but I don’t think I realized exactly how true it is until I say those words out loud. “If I can give you this, then I’ll be doing something for a friend, and I’ll get to spread my DNA so future generations can share in my greatness.”
She mirrors the wide grin on my face, one I mean to be irreverent, and I reach out to touch her.
“Seriously, this is the best of all worlds for me. I can be around my kid, when my schedule allows, without disappointing him with my absence. He won’t grow up with some chip on his shoulder or significant insecurity because his father spent too much time at work. I mean, you’re planning on telling everyone that you had an anonymous sperm donor, right?”
She nods her confirmation. The plan hasn’t changed. Those long lashes flutter, and I reach out to gently rub a smudged black mark on the corner of her eye then cup her cheek in my palm. An abundance of warmth for this woman flows from my chest. I’ll do anything for her. Anything at all.
I stand and move closer, drawn to her. The scent of mint and lemon intermingle. All the exhaustion that had settled onto my muscles lifts. My lips find hers. What starts out as a chaste kiss evolves when she opens. Her hands roam my arms and shoulders, and she pushes off the stool. Her pelvis scrapes my groin, eliciting the best kinds of sensations and stoking the best kind of heat.
“Let’s go to bed.” I shift her in the right direction.
“Let me clean—”
“Tomorrow. I’ll do it tomorrow.”
I bend to pick her up, to carry her down the hall, but she backs away with the sexiest little grin. Her index finger wraps around my pinky finger and she tugs, not that she needs to, because I’m going wherever she goes. In my bedroom, we stand a foot apart, gazes locked. She removes her tank. I let my pajama pants fall to my ankles. Her thumbs loop under her waistband, and her loose bottoms fall to the floor.
We stand there, nude, bared to each other. Her palm presses to my sternum, and through touch, she shows me exactly where she wants me to lie. She kisses me as she moves her body over mine. Her nipples tease my chest, and her soft curves melt against me. With the seduction of a slow-motion film, she straddles me and rises, positioning my tip at her center, and slowly takes me. That tight heat grips me, and my balls tighten. Heaven. My hands grip her hips, just in case I need to slow her down, because she feels incredible, and it’s important to me she finds her release before I do. She pinches her nipples while I stretch to knead her clit. Those full tits bounce as she rides me, up and down, and when her face morphs into one of ecstasy, I soon follow, pulsing into her and sending a wish into the night to please, never ever let me forget this moment.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Sandra
Last Christmas Eve
The lights on the Christmas tree flick on, thanks to the timer in the wall, as I stir the apple cider on the stove and drop in a couple of cinnamon sticks.
“Shelby and I were talking, and this is two years in a row we’ve missed Christmas with you.”
“Well, Aunt Nora, you two could come here. I’d love to have you visit.”
