Page 165 of Daddy P.I. 3.0

I go up on my toes to whisper in his ear, “Since we’re all married now and everything, maybe we could go back to the hotel and get started on making a brother or sister for Livvy?”

I had my appointment before we left New York. My gynecologist said it might be a month or two before the contraceptive effect of the implant wore off but I’m perfectly happy to keep trying in the meanwhile.

Daddy stops dead in the middle of the dance floor. “What?”

“I had my implant removed before we left New York.” I had to hide the inside of my arm from Daddy for the first few days we were in Vegas until the little incision healed so I didn’t spoil the surprise. “So, we could get started on our ‘sibling for Livvy’ project right away.”

Daddy’s eyes go impossibly hot and dark.

“Breeding kink unlocked,” he growls, before he tosses me over his shoulder and strides out of our reception. “Enjoy yourselves everyone! I have a little wife to impregnate. See you tomorrow.”

The laughter of our friends, high and low, sweet and deviant, follows us out the door.

The End