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Francis

"Please, let's not talk about this." She frowned on the television.

"I'm just saying that you don't need to work your ass hard for them."

"I have to."

"Why?" she let out a long exhale.

"Because it's my responsibility."

"You plan to work until you get old for them? They need to learn to get their asses and work as well."

"Francis," she warns me.

"I know, baby. But that won't make me stop whining about it. Every time you check your phone, you get stress and you become down. I don't want that. It will be bad for your condition. I'm just worried about you." I squeeze her hand. "I could give you that bar if you wanted. Just don't work your ass hard."

"I'm not shaking my ass on the dance floor, Francis."

"I know." I stroke her silky hair. "I'll just check something on my study. I'll be back in a few minutes." I left and walk directly to my study. I pick the envelope and hid it on my vault safely. I left and went back to her. "You need something, baby?" I ask her as I go back to her, wrapping back my arms around her.

"Nothing else." She put her hand on my crotch and that makes my cock jerks as blood runs there.

"You sure?" I grin at her as she flushes and chuckled.

"Aren't you tired?" she squeezed my hard one that is resting on my crotch.

"I never get tired when it comes to you." True. I never turn down her requests even it's late at night. Even it makes me weary when it comes to morning. I don't care about myself right now and my needs. My top priority is her and our baby. I feel like a real father and husband that my father never gives.

"You love me that much?" she knows that I love her, and she knows that I will do everything and break anything just to keep her safe and make her feel secured.

"I do." I peek on her lips. I turn off the television and carried her to our bed. "Shower first?"

"That would be good. I feel hot nowadays."

I took her to our bathroom and wash her. She got a few white lines on her stomach and her butt. But still she is sexy and beautiful in my eyes. No need to tell negative things to a pregnant woman. I tie her hair into a messy bun and started washing her.

"Where did you boys go?" I scrub the soap gently at her back.

"It's a confidential thing, baby."

"Alright," I told her mother and sister that I'm her fiancé, and I better work it out right now.

After I dried her, I went in between her legs and started wondering my tongue on her clit and pussy. I just love it to be there. She came a lot and it feels like overflowing. The pleasurable thing that I always give her makes me love her more. She wasn't faking anything. She's all real to me. I stroke her stomach, now that I am spooning her and moving gently behind her.

"L—let's get married." I manage to say between groan. Her eyes sleepy of burning desire, just like what I felt. I kiss her shoulder. "Baby, let's get married." I thrust deeper as she cries a little loud.

"F-Francis…"

"Baby, please…." I groan again and squeeze her round breasts.

"Don't stop." She makes a squirming sound and thrust back to me.

"Baby, marry me." I push deep and stop get into my knees and make love to her in that fetus position

"Ohhh," she held on my hand. "Yes…"

"Will you marry me?"

"Oh, fuck! Yes! I will." She came hard and I didn't stop until I felt my blood rockets on my shaft and release inside her. I breathlessly wipe my sweat and kisses her on her hips and crawl to her as she gently faced me, tired and satisfied.

"There's no turning back." her face is just an inch from me, and I caress her cute fat cheeks.

"Can we just get married in front of a judge nothing too fancy?"

"Course, baby. I'll settle it within this week."

"Should it be within this week?"

"Yup." I kiss her lush lips and pull away as I took the tissues and clean her pussy.

"Oh, Francis,"

"What?" I stroke her hair.

"I don't know if you wanted to meet my family. I just—I don't want to risk you."

"There's no risking, baby. I'll do all the work. If you don't want your family, then it's okay with me. But the mother will be here in three days. She wanted to meet you." She grimaced. "Don't worry, she'll love you. And I love you."

"I love you too." This is the first time that she says that and there's no backing out. Those sweet fluttery words send a jolt of happiness through my loneliness and washed all those bad memories and painful memories that I have.

"I love you more. More than anything." I stroke her face and kisses her mouth. Good-Lord. She got a beautiful and sweet mouth. She got everything in a package, completely perfect.

"More than your women?"

"You are my only woman, besides my mom." She giggles and snuggled on my chest.

In the morning, I prepare her breakfast since she's too tired to get up. I started calling my best buddies and started informing them about my upcoming wedding. She asked me if we could be on Baguio instead of here. So, I did settle. The villa that I put on her name will be my gift to her. And it is our honeymoon place.

I hire an investigator to tell me every detail. Since they already have the check and probably will check it on the bank, I must secure it first and make sure that they won't bother my fiancée. It's good to say that. I have never been better as I work hard for our little wedding.

I pick up my mother from the airport. I told her everything and she just smiled and agree to me. I know that she got a picky taste when it comes to my woman. She doesn't mind about my hookup and one-night stands.

"I'm sure that you'll love her."

"Didn't you talk to her about the prenup?"

"Mother, I don't want a prenup. It is clear enough to me that she loves me. Nothing else. I told you about her, didn't I?"

"I did. I trust you and probably will trust this woman, but as you told me about her family, that, I didn't trust."

"Mother, I settled it already. It's all fine. They won't bother us anymore."

"As long as you are happy, my son."

"I am, Mum." It always makes her eyes twinkle whenever I call her mum.

We got home and the smell of her cooking makes me famished.

"Baby, I'm home!" I call out and I found her walking briskly to us. Beautiful and welled round. My mum looks at me with disbelief and I nodded at her. She welcomes her warmly and as she offered her the drink that she probably made on her own, a fine sherry, it makes my Mum's eyes widen and look wonderful as she takes another sip.

"This is marvelous!" she even hums as I smile at my fiancée and kisses her forehead.

"I also bet that you are both hungry, so I prepare a little food for us."

"Little food?" I ask her and she only giggles.

Even the foods that she prepares makes my mother amazed at her chef-like hands. I love her more. At our dinner, I invite my friends for our engagement party since it's just a little dinner and more on crazy talks with them. Maeve and Zac brought the twins and since it's Maeve's delivery on next month, Zac has been paranoid. I know what he feels. Though, he never experiences his wife giving birth. He was busy sulking on his own.