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I pocket my phone. “Don’t complain when I actually do call you.”
“I won’t,” he says with a smile that is just the same as Kira’s. Their resemblance is so uncanny, it’s crazy.
We’re silent for a moment, and the tension hanging around us is palpable. I need to talk about something, anything to keep me from the distraction right in front of me.
“Do you think Alessa will love being a big sister?” I ask. “I mean, she’s adorable with Kira and she loves her. But she’s a kid and might react differently to Kira actually being her baby sister.”
“Alessa will be more than happy. Have you listened to her at home? Kira is all she talks about.” Brandon’s eyes gleam as he smiles. “She’ll love Kira. She loves her already.”
I feel panic flare in my stomach as I ask, “How about your parents? I’m worried your mom won’t like me very much.”
“She knows already, and she can’t wait to meet Kira officially.”
My eyes open wide with shock. “What? You’ve told her already? Does everyone know?”
He shakes his head. “No. Just Mom. She wants me to invite you to dinner when you’re ready. I’m thinking we can tell the rest of the family then.”
Oh my God.
A lump forms in the back of my throat. I think I’m going to throw up from how anxious I am. “And Spencer?”
“I love my brother, but he doesn’t take priority here.” He rubs a hand over his stubble. “We didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t know who you were, and you didn’t know who I was either.”
“Yes, but—” I trail off. I’d spent all my time thinking of how to break the news of Kira’s paternity to Brandon. I didn’t really think of the aftermath. Maybe I did, but it’s now even more unnerving than I imagined it would be. “Shit.”
Brandon's hand reaches out for mine, and he caresses the back of it with his thumb. Just the touch of his skin ignites a fire within me. "You don't have to go through this alone anymore, Anya. Remember to take care of yourself and do things that bring you joy. I'll handle everything else."
I consider a night out with Gianna, getting drunk like we used to. I’ve missed that life, but I really feel like I would rather snuggle with Kira and watch Sofia the First instead. Being a mother has changed everything about me, but not in a bad way. And I have a hot baby daddy who holds my hand and tries to make me not worry about anything.
It feels reassuring knowing I have someone in my corner, and that I’m no longer alone. “Fine.”
“Fine,” he echoes, looking into my eyes intensely. “You’re beautiful, Anya,” he whispers. “So intoxicatingly beautiful.”
My hand moves, and I flatten a palm on his face. His skin is surprisingly smooth for a man as strong as him. “I don’t know if it’s right to say this, but I missed you, Brandon. I never even thought we would meet again.”
“Me too.” He draws closer, leveling his lips against mine.
My tongue flicks out to lick my lips in anticipation. My heart beats faster, and I feel a surge of desire coursing through me. Every part of my body yearns to be close to him again, and I can't resist giving in.
I feel the heat of his breath against my skin as our lips meet in a passionate kiss. I melt into him, returning his kiss.
My hands travel across his body, my nails digging into his clothes.
Once we confirm that Kira is asleep, I push him onto the bed and straddle him, our lips meeting once more in a frenzy of need. As we continue to kiss, our hands roam freely across each other's bodies. I can feel his firm muscles under my fingertips, and I moan softly as his hands grip my waist.
Our kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and passionate. My body responds to every touch and sensation, craving more of him.
Breaking the kiss for a moment, he pulls back to look into my eyes. There is a hesitation in his gaze, as if he's asking for permission. But I nod, urging him on.
With that signal, he pulls me closer and guides me under him on the bed. Our bodies fit together perfectly as he hovers above me. His lips travel down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites along the way.
I arch my back in pleasure as his hands roam down my body, pulling at my clothes until they're scattered around us on the floor. He takes his time exploring every inch of my skin, making me shiver with anticipation.
My senses are heightened, and I can smell the scent of his cologne mixed with my own arousal. The sharp, musky scent fills the room, making me dizzy with desire.
The rustle of fabric and the soft sounds of skin on skin fill the room, along with the occasional gasp or moan escaping from my lips.
Finally, we come together as one. I gasp as he fills me completely, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Our moans mingle in the air as we lose ourselves in each other.
