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Romance
My life was as predictable as could be. Wake up, go to work, come home , greet my jerk of a husband and super cool kids, then cook supper, go to sleep, wake up and repeat. Aside from the occasional glass of wine, my life never changed. My name is Jeigh-Elle, I'm a writer. I write books, scripts, and my ultimate fav, songs. I had goals in life, I wanted to publish a book and was really close to doing that. I wanted to sell my songs and knew that could happen too as long as I take the offer from an old friend, but my husband refuses to move. L.A isn't that different from Seattle after all and it really would be a dream come true. At least that was the last I remembered before I woke up in the hospital to a brand new baby crying and a super hot, famous fiance. Really, how does one forget an entire pregnancy and full blown affair with a famous actor? I did and now I'm trying to piece back together my life.
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"Shh, Baby! Wake up." I hear a familiar voice, "Shh, it's okay now." My eyes heavily open, my vision is blurred. I feel constricted. Hot air blows down my face. Something warm brushes my face as I whine. "No, no, no!" I softly whine. "Shh, it's okay Princess." I feel lips brush against my cheek, "It was just a bad dream." I wipe my eyes with my free hand, looking up to see Evan. His arms are tightly wrapped around me, his body on top of me. He stares at me softly, his hand tenderly on my cheek. "Evan?" I whisper. Evan begins to pat my back, lightly bouncing me. I guess to wake me up. I sniff, the tears keep falling as I lightly whine painfully. He begins to talk to me in an annoying, attempt to be soothing, baby voice. "Baby, quit crying. It's okay. It was just a dream. You're safe, I'm here now." Evan kisses me temple, I put my hand on his muscular chest. "Evan?" I say softly, my voice breaking. "Oh, Evan!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brooke Adams has always dreamed of moving to a big city and making a name for herself as some type of writer. Now that she has her foot in the door at a publishing company called The Daily Delilah, she only has one problem: Evan Taylor. Evan Taylor is the heir to Daily Delilah and he is every straight woman's dream man. Big heart, muscular body, deep voice, voice of reason-he's the only thing keeping Brooke from getting her position as a book publisher. For copywrite purposes, I want to clarify that this is my ORIGINAL WORK, it belongs to TremaineKatie (me) so don't get any ideas 🤨 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Voted : #77 for Hotmen #520 for olderguy #113 for breakup # 5 pregnancy #26 pregnancy #38 pregnancy #49 pregnancy

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