One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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Dane

Considering my experience as a Navy SEAL, it was shocking how terrified I'd been to walk up to Troy's door.

I wasn't afraid to deal with him, although I wasn't looking forward to it.

What terrified me was whether or not Bridget would come with me.

Had the experience with her father made her change her mind about me? I couldn't even be sure what her mindset had been when I saw her the other night. Yes, we worked through a few misunderstandings and were physically intimate, but did she love me?

I could see Troy telling her I was too old and maybe even telling her she needed to focus on her baby. But I wasn't going to live my life wondering what would have happened if I'd laid it all on the line for her. I was going to open myself up and hope to God she felt the same.

We drove in silence for a bit. I couldn't decide if it was awkward or not. I was just so happy that she was sitting next to me. I didn't want to jinx it by saying something wrong. I took us further into the Anaheim Hills area.

I pulled into the drive of a house that could have been built in France. It had the look of an older countryside estate, even though it was built only thirty years ago.

"Who are we coming to see?" Bridget asked.

"No one." I turned the car off. My shaking fingers gripped the steering wheel.

"Who lives here?" "We do."

Her brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Come inside with me." I got out of the car, rushing around to her side to help her out. I used the key the Realtor had given me to open it up and led her into a large foyer that opened into an expansive living room with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the canyon.

"Wow. I thought my dad's house was nice, but this...it's like a chateau." At least she was impressed.

I'd arranged for a few furnishings because my goal was for us to occupy this house ASAP, as long as Bridget agreed, of course. But there was still plenty of furnishings and decor that it needed.

I led her up the curving stairs and guided her to a room just off the master.

She stepped in and gasped. "It's a nursery."

I swallowed the nerves. "Yes. I wasn't sure if you were having a boy or a girl. The decorator said jungle themes were gender neutral."

Her smile was a million watts and I started to believe this was going to turn out okay.

"I love the giraffe." The stuffed giraffe was nearly as tall as me.

I stepped closer to her, my hands caressing her arms because I couldn't go another minute without touching her. "I know there are obstacles still, but I've never met anyone like you, Bridget." She grinned. "Mouthy?"

I laughed, the last remnants of fear fading away. "I love your mouth." To prove it, I leaned over and kissed her. Her arms looped around me.

I held her close, feeling her growing belly against me. "You make me feel alive. I've never felt this, and I never want it to end. I don't want to come between you and your father, but I want to spend my life with you. I want to be the father of your baby and have more babies."

She sucked in a breath and for a moment, I thought I overstepped. But I'd come this far.

"I bought this for us. If you hate it, I'll sell it and buy something else. I chose it because it was close to your family. I know they're important to you. But you're important to me and I hope I'm important to you." I realized I hadn't said the most important thing. "I love you, Bridget."

She swallowed and in her expression, I saw nervousness. It made me nervous too.

"I love you too, Dane, and I want all this, everything you want, but..."

She looked down. Was she going to choose her father over me? My heart began to tear.

"I have to tell you something. It's something I should have told you before."

"What's that?" I held my breath to hear the worst.

She rubbed her hand over her belly, then she looked me in the eyes. "I love that you're willing to love a child that isn't yours."

I pressed my hand over her belly. "I want to adopt it."

Tears flooded her eyes, and she shook her head. "You can't." I stilled as pain filled my chest.

Her hands cupped my cheeks. "Dane. You can't adopt because it's yours.

You're the father."

I staggered back. "What?"

She bit her lip. "You're the father. I didn't tell you at first because I thought you were marrying Anne and it would be a problem to have your pregnant mistress show up."

My heart stuttered. "You're not my mistress. You never were."

Her fingers fidgeted. "I guess I should have asked about it first. I'd heard you and Bran talking."

I couldn't breathe. "You weren't going to tell me?"

"I thought it would complicate things with you and Anne." The idea of never knowing my child gutted me.

"When I came home, I was going to tell you, but I didn't have the chance.

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There was a part of me that was angry, but more than that, all I could think of was the woman I loved was having my child.

If I put myself in her shoes, pregnant by the boss who was marrying someone else, I could see making the choice to leave. It meant that she didn't trust me at the time.

I knew in some ways that was my fault. I'd been wishy-washy about us instead of telling her how I felt. But if we were going to work, we had to have ultimate trust.

"No, but we can't have any secrets, Bridget. Before, we were fighting our feelings, acting on misinformation. If we're going to work, we can't have any of that."

She nodded, her expression looking hopeful. "So, you're not too mad?" "I'm sad that you felt the way you did, but more than that." This time I

cradled her cheeks in my hands. "I'm so fucking happy to be having a baby with you."

She smiled like the sun, but then it faltered. "How do you feel about two babies?"

I arched a brow. "Perhaps we stick with one at a time." She bit her lip again. "What if there's no choice?"

"What are you saying?" Then it dawned on me. "You're having twins?" She nodded. "Yep. You have supersonic sperm."

I laughed.

"I didn't plan it," she hurriedly said. "I really was on the pill. You have to know that."

"I believe you. I guess with supersonic sperm, the pill didn't stand a chance."

She threw her arms around me. "All my dreams have just come true." "There is one more thing." Nerves slid up my spine even though this was

going well. I reached into my pocket. "Maybe it's too soon, but I want to make it official. I want to bind you to me, heart and soul." I held out the emerald ring with diamonds. It wasn't a traditional engagement ring, but Bridget deserved unique.

She gasped, looking at the ring and then at me. "Yes."

I laughed, the tightness in my chest releasing. "I haven't asked yet." "Well, hurry up."

"Will you marry me?" "Yes."

I slipped the ring on her finger, then lifted her, spinning her around. When I set her down, I dropped to my knees and kissed her belly. "Hello my babies."

Her fingers thread through my hair. "Can I see the rest of our house?" I looked up at her.

"How about the master bedroom," she said with a waggle of her brows.

I thanked God I decided to furnish the house with the necessities. I scooped her up and carried her to the master bedroom.

I set her down next to the king-sized bed and then kissed her. I poured everything I was or would ever be into that kiss. There was no holding back now.

She moaned and gripped my shirt. "Did I mention that my doctor said I'd be horny at a certain point in the pregnancy?"

I laughed. "Is that time now?" "Around you, it's always time." "Well then, let me take care of you."

She was faster than me, getting my jeans undone and around my ankles. "I believe it's my turn to take care of you."

Her delectable lips wrapped around my dick, shooting sparks of electricity through my body. "Jesus, you're good at that."

Her eyes sparkled in delight as she looked up at me. As much as I'd love to have her suck me off, I wanted to touch her, hold her, join with her.

I pulled her up and undressed her, laying her on the bed. I took a moment to marvel at her belly, at the two lives growing in there.

"It's a miracle," I said, kissing her belly.

"I thought the same thing when I found out. I was scared, but it was amazing that a life, or two lives, were created by us."

I lay beside her, my hand stroking her belly. "You're sure it's safe to make love?"

"Yes. Like I said, my doctor said I'd be horny. I'm counting on you."

"I won't let you down." I kissed her then lifted my head. "I don't mean just sexually, Bridget. I'm here for you, heart and soul. You can trust in me."

Her smile was sweet. "I do trust you. I love you."

Her words filled me up. I'd never felt so happy or strong. I kissed her again, and this time I let my lips and hands show her how much she meant to me. I rediscovered every inch of her body and what brought her pleasure. When I slipped inside her, the last off-kilter bits of my life tilted back to right. I was home. After twenty years of running, I'd finally found my place.

I moved in and out of her, slowly, watching the pleasure on her face as I did. I could stay here forever and never get tired of seeing her in the throes of passion.

I reached between us and rubbed her clit. Her body arched and her pussy tightened around my cock. I had to clench my teeth to avoid giving into the need to come. This was about her. About my love for her.

Who the hell knew what would happen after today? Would Troy accept us? I hoped so because I didn't want to give Bridget up. And I definitely wouldn't abandon my children. But right now, it was just me and Bridget. "Dane." Bridget's breathing slowed as she came down from her orgasm.

I stopped moving and lay over her, supporting my weight with my forearms so as not to hurt her belly.

"Yes." I kissed her neck. "More."

I smiled. "Anything for you."