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“We’re having a baby,” I said.

“I’m pregnant, Slam,” she said.

I spun her around and I started to laugh. I never f*cking laughed. It wasn’t in my nature. But the idea that Belle was going to carry my baby - our baby - and bring it into this wild world… it was just…

“Fuck,” I said.

Belle looked at me. She blinked away a tear. “Fuck, Slam.”

She put her hands to my face.

We kissed.

I knew somewhere in her mind she was already expediting the wedding so she could look beautiful in a wedding dress before she started showing. What she needed to understand was that she didn’t need a wedding dress to be beautiful.

I carried my bride-to-be back to the bedroom. My hands cupped her bare ass as I put her on the bed. I slid them around and went right up her shirt. As my hands crested her perfect tits I couldn’t help but get hard thinking about how much bigger they were going to get.

Belle smiled, her blue eyes glistening more than I’d ever seen them before.

I moved my hands up again and Belle quickly sat up. I took her shirt off and before it could hit the floor her hands were at my jeans, opening them.

A minute later I was back inside her, right where I felt most comfortable.

I was her warrior and she was the mother of my unborn child.

I got the nickname Slam by the way I would beat the hell out of people and slam them to the ground, walls, against windows.

The truth… Belle was the one who did it worse.

She slammed herself against my outlaw heart and found a pulse.



THE END.