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“Hey,” Pierce says, reaching out and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I get it. You have dreams. You want to become a nurse.”

“No, I don’t,” I admit. When he raises a questioning brow, I elaborate. “Many feminists would hate me for saying this, but I have no desire to go to school or work. When I was a teenager, I had always planned to go to college but never had any idea what I wanted to do. It was just that in the house I was raised in, it wasn’t about if you were going to college but where, so there wasn’t exactly a choice.

“Then I got pregnant and became a stay-at-home mom, and I loved it so much,” I say, choking up as I remember how precious my time with Jordan was—still is. “After Trent died, leaving us with nothing, I knew I had to go to college if I wanted any chance of taking care of my daughter. Since nursing sounded like something I’d enjoy, and it pays well, I chose that.”

“But you don’t want to be a nurse,” Pierce clarifies.

“I want to be a mom… a stay-at-home mom. If I can’t do that, I don’t want to have another baby until my husband and I are financially stable so that I can stay home. I know some women love working outside of the home, and I think that’s awesome. Everyone should do what they want to do in life. As for me, I loved being home. I loved cooking, cleaning, and taking care of Jordan and Trent. And I hate that I’ve missed out on years of being with her because I had to work after Trent passed away.

“She’s in school now, so I make sure my hours match hers. Even then, I still miss out on so much, like class parties and field trips. And I have to worry about paying the bills instead of being there for my daughter. If I had another baby, I wouldn’t want to work. I’d want to be home.” I shrug and chuckle softly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get so deep in the middle of the night.”

“I like when you get deep,” Pierce says, gripping the curve of my hip and pulling me toward him. “I love that you feel comfortable enough to talk to me. Kels, I love you. Every day I fall more in love with you. I know to some it might seem crazy, but I want a future with you and Jordan, and lots of damn babies. I want to marry you and for you guys to move into my house with me.”

“It’s only been such a short time, though,” I point out, despite being able to imagine everything he just said vividly. The lazy mornings in bed, family dinners, spending holidays together…

“I know,” he agrees. “But if it were up to me, I’d marry you tomorrow.” He shrugs. “But I know it’s not just about me. We have Jordan to think about as well. And you’re right. You deserve to feel secure when we decide to grow our family. If, by some miracle, you got pregnant tonight, I’m okay with that, but we’ll use protection moving forward. So when the time comes to take that step, we’ll make sure it’s done properly.”

He cups the side of my face. “And, sweetheart, I’d like nothing more than for you to stay home with our kids. So if you don’t want to go to school, don’t. Fuck feminism. Life’s too short to spend it doing what you think society deems appropriate.”

“Thank you,” I breathe, my heart swelling with so much love for this man. “So, where do we go from here?”

“We take it one day at a time. Just know that I’m ready whenever you are… marriage, moving in, all the fucking babies. I’m on board.”

He leans in and kisses me tenderly, and I hitch my leg around him, grinding myself against his warmth. Since we’re both naked, his hard length slides between my pussy lips, and I lift my leg higher, giving him easy access to slide right in.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he groans, backing up slightly. “As much as I’d love to sink into you, the stores are closed, and I don’t have any condoms with me.”

I frown, not liking what he’s saying. I’m turned on and want him inside me. Now that he’s shown me how good sex can be, I’m addicted.

“We’ve already done it several times tonight,” I whisper, sliding my hand to his shaft so I can guide it into me. “What’s once more?”

“That’s your pussy talking,” he says with a chuckle. “As much as I want to listen to it, I’m going to be the voice of reason and say no.” He kisses my lips, then murmurs against my mouth, “But don’t worry, I can make you feel damn good without ever entering you.”

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