Harlow
Two years later.
“If you had asked me that day in my office,” Gray muses. “I never would have believed Brent would come to our daughter’s first birthday. Or any birthday at our house, for that matter.” He’s combing his black hair one more time in the mirror as we get ready for our daughter’s party.
“Well,” I braid my curly locks tightly to keep them from Fannie’s baby fingers. “I think once the fact that he’d be a grandfather hit him, he knew he’d have to get over it.”
“Yeah, but still. This is Brent Marshall we’re talking about. CEO extraordinaire who never shows any mercy.”
I just smile.
“Everything changes when you have a family. Even you, Mr. Jamison. I’d say you’re a big, cuddly bear now.”
My boyfriend laughs.
“Oh really?”
“Yes, definitely. A big, cuddly bear who likes his honey,” I quip while straightening my dress. The material doesn’t sit well over my nursing bra, and I can’t stop twitching it back and forth.
My boyfriend watches my breasts jiggle as I try to adjust the material more comfortably. “I could watch you do that all day. Can we skip the party?”
I giggle, “Fannie only gets one one-year-old birthday party in her whole life. We are not fucking it up because we can’t stop fucking.”
He wraps his arms around my waist from behind and looks at us in the mirror, his big form completely dominating mine. “But it’s so much fun,” he murmurs hotly in my ear.
I wiggle my ass against his groin and giggle. “Oh, I remember. Just like it was so much fun this morning that the nanny had to take Fannie downstairs for privacy’s sake.”
My boyfriend nips my ear.
“I’m pretty sure Fannie had no idea what she was hearing.”
I make a face at him in the mirror.
“I don’t mean our daughter! I mean the nanny. It’s embarrassing Gray! We go at it like rabbits all the time, and I think the nanny knows.”
He merely nuzzles my neck.
“Good. I want people to know how much I adore my lush woman. You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.”
I laugh and pull away.
“Okay, enough is enough. We have to get downstairs, otherwise, even more people are going to talk. How do I look?”
Gray eyes me up and down, his eyes hungry.
“Fuckable.”
I giggle. “That’s not the right answer. What I mean is, how do I look for our child’s birthday party, where our cherished guests will be eating cake with our one-year-old daughter?”
He stands up straight, takes a deep breath, and says, “You look perfect, sweetheart. And you seem to be painfully immune to my charms. I’m not sure how I feel about this.”
“I hope you feel fatherly,” I say with a smirk.
I expect Gray to laugh, but instead he pulls me close once more, his expression serious.
“Actually, I think everything’s worked out amazing, Harlow.”
I smile up at him, fondly trailing one hand through his dark hair.
“How so?”
“Do you remember that conversation we had a long time ago?”
I shake my head.
“Which one? We’ve had a lot of conversations.”
Gray nods, and takes a deep breath.
“The one where we talked about how your dad wanted you to work for Kombuchaid? The family legacy and all that?”
I laugh.
“Yeah, but I never went back after my internship ended. Motherhood came for me, remember? But it’s for the best. I was never into marketing, and I love staying home with Fannie while painting in my free time.”
Gray nods seriously, and kisses me.
“But even so, Brent wanted you to work for the company because you’re his heir, and he wanted to keep the company in family hands. Now I think we have a chance, don’t you?”
Slowly, realization dawns on my face.
“You said that we should merge our families. Something about making a baby together, so that the company would stay with both the Marshalls and the Jamisons.”
Gray nods, his eyes twinkling.
“It’s happened, hasn’t it? Everything I predicted came true.”
I laugh, slapping his arm playfully.
“Gray, Fannie is only one! Maybe she’ll hate the corporate world just as much as I do!”
But he merely shakes his head and presses another kiss to my mouth.
“Or maybe she’ll be just like her father and grandfather, and adore business and commerce. It could happen. Besides, if Fannie doesn’t fall in love with Kombuchaid, then it means we should have more children. We’ll have to have at least a dozen to make sure that at least one of them decides to stick with the company.”
That’s when I know it’s my turn. My cheeks flush and I look up at him through my lashes.
“Well, I don’t think you have to worry, Mr. Jamison, because I’m pregnant again. You’re going to be a daddy, and Fannie will have a little brother or sister in about … oh, seven months.”
The look on Gray’s face is sheer joy, and he cups my cheeks tenderly with both hands.
“Are you serious, sweetheart?”
I nod, so happy that my soul overflows with happiness.
“Yes, Gray. Our family is growing, and I can’t wait to have another baby with you.”
He merely kisses me again, his lips tender as his eyes gaze into mine with adoration. After all, Gray is my dad’s business partner, but now our love has united us as a family.
THE END
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