As a single mom in a small town, there's only one thing I want. Another baby. When all the roads to getting what I want lead to dead ends, I turn to one of my best friends for help.
In my mind, Trent Castillo is the perfect baby daddy. He has good g...
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I wanted Amir. There's no doubt about that. Finding out was joyous for me and for Omar. But by the time I was giving birth, we had Omar's diagnosis, and although we'd been given timeframes, we didn't really know how much time we'd have together.
This pregnancy is the opposite. Finding out I was pregnant was fraught with complications and heartache, but now that Trent and I are together, it's like a dream come true. The last few months have felt like the gift I never got with Omar and Amir—a chance to really be a family, a chance to feel taken care of, a chance to look into the future and feel hope.
I can't even describe how light I am despite my increasing weight. To top it all off, I haven't even been ill this pregnancy, and I was incredibly sick with Amir.
Trent is one hundred percent committed to making us work, which means he's home every night at a decent hour, so he can put Amir to bed or spend time with me, and if something tricky arises at the shop, he lets me know right away that he might be late. He was a pretty good communicator before, but after our sessions with Amber, he's even better.
Before we went to couple counseling, I thought Trent and I were good at communicating, but we've gotten even better as the months have passed.
When I think back to last year at this time, when Mia returned to Tyler and Victoria, and most aspects of my life felt unfulfilling, I can't believe the difference.
"Hey," Trent says, coming in the door while I'm standing near the oven, waiting for the timer to go off.
He sets his lunchpail on the counter next to Amir's. Tonight before Trent puts him to bed, they'll make their lunch side-by-side chatting about whatever comes to mind. It's become my favorite ritual to watch. They've become so close, and it doesn't instill a lightening strike of fear in me every time I witness it—instead, my chest warms, happy that they have each other.
"How was your day?" he asks, planting a kiss on my temple and then stepping around to plant a long, lingering one on my lips.
And that's another thing that's been a bit of a surprise. The sex, which I'd thought was amazing to begin with, has somehow gotten better. The connection between us isn't just lust now—it's deep and meaningful, and this intense love consumes us as soon as our bodies are pressed together. I cannot get enough of him.
I wrap my arms around him and draw him into another kiss, and he deepens it, tugging me against him so I can feel how badly he wants me already.
"Amir here?" he asks between kisses.
"In his room doing Lego," I murmur. "Dinner is almost ready, though."
"This constant desire to love on you and fuck you is really hard to control," Trent says, kissing me once more and then stepping back with a little chuckle. "I know I've said it before, but being with you is like nothing I've ever experienced before."
