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 child on my own and he didn't scoff or ridicule me. Didn't tell me I'm too young or that I need a man in my life to care for a baby successfully. He's non-judgmental and kind—and to quote the girls I used to go to college with, I think he might be hot as s**t.
No, I'm positive of it—and because he makes
