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Part Forty Seven.

Mrs.
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Harley Finley

*One Year Later*

I was wrapped in the bedsheets. The soft, silk sheets that molded to my body, holding me and caressing me when Colten had decided to leave me.

What was he thinking? Why would he want to be anywhere but in the bliss?

My nose lifted into the air, sniffing the delicious smell of bacon.

I followed it, naked. Not caring to put clothes on, just like the last week of being in the tropics.

Colten was standing over the stove with the same idea. Though, he probably regret it.

"Ow! Fuck!" He seethed, jumping from the oily pan with a hand covering his pelvis.

"Don't burn your dick. You know it's one of my favorite things on you." I smiled as I placed a hand to his muscular back.

His face hardened as he looked at me. I had expected to hear a sarcastic remark or even a sexy chuckle when he stared at my naked body. But instead he ignored me and started plating our food.

"Let's sit on the porch so we could talk." He lowly spoke. My stomach curdled like milk on a hot day.

I solemnly nodded as he handed me a silk rob and wrapped a blanket around his lower half.

My eyes were trained on the view as we exited onto the high lifted porch. The palm trees swayed with the soft wind that caused the seas to crash into the beach. In the warm air, I couldn't help but smell the salt with the wisps that swept the strands away from my head.

Who would have thought we'd end up in the Caribbean.

"What's wrong? You know I won't be able to eat until you tell me."

Colten let a small smile sneak through as he handed me a glass of champagne.

"Alcohol at six in the morning? This is either a horrible talk or you're going to fuck me against the glass like you promised to last night." I took a sip of the liquid, eyeing him carefully as he sat across from me at the little table.

He snickered softly, "I had you screaming my name everywhere except there all night."

"You promised to press my breasts against the glass with your cock so deep inside of me I wouldn't be able to breathe." I wagged the glass in the air. "I'm beginning to think it was an empty promise."

"Empty promise. Puh-lease. We only stopped last night because your tight kitty was sore after I made you cum five times." He rolled his eyes with a proud smile. "Anyways, serious time.. we've been traveling for a year. Doing little jobs here and there to keep us going. I've loved it." He paused, handing me a thick manilla envelope. "But I think it's time to settle down in a spot."

"This isn't from the-"

"The adoption agency." His smile grew. "We've been approved for a boy."

His big hand engulfed mine as he opened the envelope for me. He pulled out the paperwork with excitement cursing through him and pointed to the photo of a little six year old boy.

"Levi Gareld." I traced his name with my fingers.

"I know we wanted a baby but the social worker called me this morning. At four am no less." He groaned at the time difference, "She said Levi hasn't had it easy. He's coming from an abusive family and drug addicted mom. Been in a few foster homes because of behavioral issues but she thinks we'd make good parents."