When Mia stood beside him, he took her hand, and mouthed the words that he loved her. She did the same, and there was no way anything else could surpass the feelings she had inspired inside him.
Epilogue
One year later
Mia rolled out the large sheet of pastry and pressed the cutter into the sheet, making little rounds.
Martha and Reese were sitting opposite watching her as she began to make little jam tarts. It was Sunday, and she had offered to host Sunday lunch. It was the height of summer, and Damian was loading up the barbeque. She had chicken and steaks marinating in the fridge. The potato salad was already made, and on the counter resting. She had made two, one with lemon juice oil, and another with a mayonnaise dressing. Throughout her pregnancy she had been getting more and more cravings. The worst one was peanut butter, cheese, and chicken. Late one night after she and Damian had made love, that was all she craved, and all she could think about.
Damian had wrinkled his nose at her, thinking she was joking. She wasn't leaving their bedroom. She'd gone into their kitchen, and made the exact sandwich she was craving with leftover chicken.
Their home was a new addition to their family. A couple of months after they married, Damian showed her this place. It was a nice four bed home with two bathrooms, and a nice sized garden. She loved it, especially in the summer when she could take Reese and Martha out to play.
Once all of the pastry circles were in the pans, she dolloped out some jam and placed them into the oven.
Martha clapped her hands, and screamed for her to do it again.
Laughing, Mia rushed around the counter, and blew on both of their cheeks, loving how they giggled for her.
Damian walked into the kitchen from the garden, and smiled. "What are you all doing?"
"Playing," Martha said, mumbling the word.
She moved from behind them, and went to her husband. "Hello," she said.
"Barbeque pit is all set up, and waiting for those chickens and steaks."
They both gasped as her stomach bumped. "How is my little guy doing?" he asked, bending down, and pressing a kiss to her swollen stomach.
"He is using me as a football."
"I better look at putting in some posts for football. I do not want to lose dad of the year. What do you say, Reese? You want a little brother to play with?" Damian stood and went toward their kids.
He had legally adopted Reese as his own. Mia had also adopted Martha, and they were a family.
She didn't have much time to bask in her family happiness as the doorbell rang. Damian was already heading toward it, and she cleaned up the mess she had made. Within minutes Lou and Jacob were there with their kids. One by one the Denton family arrived, bringing with them some food or sweet treats. Rick was there as well. He'd flown in with Mandy, and as a surprise, Sarah. From what Damian had told her, things were a little tense between Sarah and Landon. Damian wouldn't go into it, but she believed that was because he didn't know the whole truth.
Gabriel arrived with his family, and Gideon came in after them. Within half an hour the entire house was filled with noise, laughter, and family.
Charlotte and Harper had already taken Martha and Reese outside. Mia stood at the door, holding the chicken and steaks.
Damian came toward her, taking the bowls. "You look happy, Mrs. Denton."
"I am happy. Completely happy." She took the jam tarts out of the oven, and made her way into the garden to be with her family, and the man she loved, basking in the joy that her wish had finally come true.
The End
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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
ADDICTED TO HER
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2017
Chapter One
Alfie Brown stared across the park at where the woman that belonged to him walked her dog. Her brown hair was pulled back into a long ponytail, and the blue summer dress she wore cupped her large tits, but flared out from her waist, not showing the world what was rightfully his. Sophia Cross had no idea that she was being watched, but he had been doing it for over a year now.
The first time he'd seen her was in an upscale restaurant on a business meeting. She hadn't even been serving his table, nor had she looked in his direction. He'd been served by an incompetent male. No, that was wrong. The waiter at the time had been more than fine. What Alfie hadn't liked was how he got in the way of his view. Every time she was near, he couldn't resist looking at her. His need had been so great that he'd forcibly moved the man just so he didn't stand in his way.
She was a curvy woman as well. Large tits, ass, and thighs, fuller, and he couldn't wait to get his hands on her.
Some men loved having a slender woman with all bones, but not him. The moment he saw Sophia he knew he had to have her. The meeting he'd been part of was one of the worst of his life, and yet it had been the best as well. He'd worked his ass off to get the contracts he wanted, and then he'd spent the rest of the evening watching the divine creature. She really was a beauty as well, all smiles and warmth.
By the end of that first night, he had a sit down with the manager, found out her name, and then he went about making sure she was being paid a decent wage. He didn't know why he did all of this. He never had before. There was something about Sophia that he couldn't stop himself from making sure she was safe, she was protected.
After he settled an arrangement with his manager, on the way out of the restaurant, he put a call through to his private investigator, Mitch. By the end of the night, he had everything he needed to know about the sweet little Sophia.
She was working her way through college doing two jobs. At night she worked at the restaurant, and during the day she walked dogs in between classes and study. She was constantly on the move, doing something.
From what he'd discovered about her, she wanted to be an author. It was an interesting career choice, and he'd even hacked into her computer, and read quite a bit of her work. She had an interesting mind, also a dirty one. From her doctors' records, he'd discovered she was a virgin, but also that she was taking the pill to help with period pain. Yes, he'd gotten her medical records, which had cost him a really large donation. Still, it was well worth it.
With his hands in his pockets, he saw a couple of his guys who he'd hired to keep an eye on her were blending in just fine, and looking like random strangers in a park. He only recognized them because, hey, he'd hired them. Every man and woman he got a detailed report every single day. None of them were to alert Sophia that someone was watching. Over the past year he'd taken her rather shitty life, and he hoped that he'd made it something for her to love, to enjoy.
From the raise at the restaurant, she didn't have to work as many long hours, leaving more time for study. She spent a great deal of her time at the library.
Thinking about her stories, Alfie had already purchased a publishing company, and he intended to guide her toward sending one of her stories. After reading one of her stories from hacking into her computer, he'd gotten an editor to have a look, and then some agents to give their opinion.
She had talent, but needed guidance.
His woman was studying to be an author, and was also taking part time classes in business. The arrangements were already being made so that his company would offer her an opportunity. She wouldn't be joining the other interns as he never intended for her to spend all that much time in his office doing work. He wanted her close to him.
Alfie had hoped to encourage their very first meeting by introducing himself as her boss. That depended on her taking the job, which she'd not shown any interest in doing. Her guidance counselor at college had said she wasn't interested in working for a big corporation, or being pulled into a nine to five job. She didn't want to be trapped in a place that she couldn't escape. That made sense.
Looking at her now, he saw the smile on her face, the way she paused while the dogs sat, and how she tilted her head up toward the sunshine.
Sophia didn't always fall in line with his plans, but what made him a damn good businessman was the fact he could adapt. He changed with the times, and while twenty-three-year-old Sophia didn't imagine life at a desk, he could find something else. He was thirty-seven years old, a good fourteen years older than she was.