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CHAPTER1
MADISON
All good things must come to an end. But is this really it? The end?
Trembling, Madison dabbed her cheeks and looked on, a hand over her swollen belly, her eyes fixed on Cole’s solemn figure standing before the gravesite.
The sun played a game of hide-and-seek with the billowing clouds overhead, casting fleeting rays of light upon the scene. The scent of freshly turned earth mingled with the heady perfume of wildflowers, evoking a poignant blend of sorrow and sweetness.
Swathed in the sacred robes of his calling, Cole’s voice resonated with a profound sense of purpose and reverence. “May the Lord bless and keep you in His tender care,” Cole intoned, his words carrying on the gentle breeze that stirred the cemetery’s stillness. “May He grant you eternal peace and guide your soul to the realms of everlasting joy.”
The weight of the eulogy hung heavy in the air, intertwining with the memories of Jack’s burial that flooded Madison’s mind. Each word, each intonation, stirred a whirlwind of emotions, her legs threatening to give way.
Cole’s voice wove through the air like a haunting lullaby, its soft cadence harmonizing with the rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. Madison’s breath caught in her chest, as Paco’s hand gently found hers, weaving strength in her hold.
It was all too much. Each inhale came in ragged gasps, a desperate attempt to fend off the rising tide of the inevitable. Her pants were slow and methodical.Not now.
The sun broke through the clouds, bathing the cemetery in a warm glow, as if offering a gentle affirmation of the sacredness of the moment. Cole’s voice, now hushed and reverent, concluded the benediction, his eyes closed, head bowed in solemn prayer.
The small crowd followed suit. It gave Madison the chance to look around. Cling to one small hope that this wasn’t happening. That somehow, through some miracle—
“Ahh!” Her breath seized as she bit her tongue. A sharp pang tore through her. Agony surged, nearly buckling her over, her nails driving into Paco’s hand.
Paco’s gruff, impatient words seethed her ear. “We’re leaving.Now!”
Hot tears streaked down Madison’s cheeks. “No,” she begged. “Not yet.” She clutched at her belly, a silent plea reverberating within her. “Just a little longer—” Her voice cracked with emotion.
Cole’s worried gaze met hers, understanding etched across his face. With solemn determination, he completed the ceremony, his final words resonating through the air.
Incense in hand, he waved it over the gleaming black casket, each droplet in final, sacred offering.
“From ashes to ashes, dust to dust, may your spirit soar on the wings of eternity, forever embraced by divine grace,Alexander.” The lasting echoes of his prayer hung in the air, mingling with the fragile hope of release. “Amen.”
CHAPTER2
MADISON
Four months earlier…Second Trimester
“Tight enough?” Alex’s voice rumbled in her ear, pure naughtiness tainting his words.
True, she couldn’t see his face, but without a doubt, a devilish grin danced along his lips.
“Yes,” she breathed, her pulse climbing in anticipation as he secured one of her hands, and then the other.
The darkness of the blindfold heightened her senses, with every touch from Alex like sparks against her skin. She’d remained in her bra and panties as he’d instructed. The satiny pink stamped with cute little cherries had become a recent favorite of his.
The fabric burned against her skin. They needed to be off. She bit her lip.
“Patience,” he whispered gruffly as she tugged at the restraints. He was right. The bra would be gone soon enough. And she’d learned long ago not to get attached to her panties. They always managed to disappear.
Nevermind her curvier shape or the twins baking in her oven, his need for her was insatiable. His knees wedged between her legs, nudging them apart. “Don’t move,” he insisted.
The cool edge of a blade stilled her breath. It sliced through the fabric, the sound riveting. In an instant, her breasts were free.
The heat of his lips worked its way around one of them, agonizingly slow. It was always like this with Alex. His lust, untenable. His love, unstoppable.
“Please,” she begged, squirming with need.
