“My indulging days are over for…oh, another seven months or so. Until after the baby is born.” Anne set her hand on her stomach and smiled.
As the uproar broke out, she leaned into Ben, fisted his hair, and demonstrated that her indulging would be in a whole different arena.
With satisfaction, Ben pulled her closer and gave her everything she demanded, knowing his heart and mind and soul were safe in her very capable, loving hands.
The mission had been a long one and filled with peril, but somehow—some-fucking-how—he had won for himself the love of the Mistress of the Shadowlands.
Well done, Haugen. Bravo Zulu.
~ The End ~