After long, aching moments, Simone pulled back and looked up at him. “I’m sorry these babies aren’t yours,” she said, regret shadowing her gaze. “I’m so very sorry.”
He shook his head, feeling everything in his world settle into his place. “That’s where you’re wrong, my love. Those babies are mine, in every way that counts. I love them, and I love you. Now hush, and let me kiss you.”
Simone smiled at him tremulously. “Only a kiss?”
“Oh, no,” he said, scooping her into his arms. “We have a lot of makeup sex coming our way.”
His bride-to-be gave him a wicked grin, looking more like herself at last. “Then let’s get started, Dr. Hutchinson. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
He strode down the hall and up the stairs with his precious burden. “So have I, sweet Simone. So have I...”
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