Oh, thank God he suggested staying in the break room a little longer.

I've stopped being afraid of the constant fluttering between my thighs and I've begun enjoying it. That tugging melt that makes me wish for...what? I don't know. Only that I'm confident this big, gruff man can give it to me. Give me relief.

And a baby.

I can't believe he agreed to get me pregnant. I'm so lucky. I seem to have found someone who understands. Gareth is the first person I've told about my plans to raise a ...