The Man Who Can't Be Moved Chapter 45 Teaser

Last full-length chapter, guys. *cries* Epi will probably post on 12/15 with the coinciding Fandom for Preemies outtake, unless I get antsy and can't wait. I have done that before...

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The moment our lips collided, she moaned softly and brought me closer to her. Her back hit the cupboards, and I lifted her up so that she was sitting on the counter and situated myself between her legs. We had just enough time to fool around before dinner was ready.

“Fuck it,” she said, breaking away from me and reaching out for the envelope. “You should know now.”

“What?” I murmured against her skin, working my mouth over her jaw and to her neck. My hand found its way under her shirt and slowly traveled upward, causing her to gasp as soon as I cupped her breast.

“Yep. Fuck it. I don’t want to stop, and I’m pretty sure that when you see what’s inside, you won’t be able to, either.”

I groaned and stepped away from her, pushing my hair back and closing my eyes so I could compose myself. “Really? You’re stopping me? Didn’t you have some ridiculous scheme worked up?”

She nodded and took a steadying breath as she handed me the envelope. “It doesn’t matter. You should know now," she repeated.

I pulled out the adoption applications that were inside and stared at them in disbelief. I laughed, “Are you-? I…” I could barely speak with how bloody elated I was. It was what I’d wanted with her, been denied for so long, and now…

“I don’t need to call an ambulance, do I?” she joked. “The ticker’s still okay?”

“No, no ambulance.” Christ, I loved this woman. “How long have you been thinking about this?”

She shrugged. “A month, maybe? So I asked Esme to give me an idea of what we needed to do and looked up adoptions lawyers. That’s what I’ve been doing all week.”

“This is where you’ve been every night after class? What you’ve been hiding?”

“Yeah. I was either talking to Esme or meeting with a lawyer. We can get a different one if you don’t like him. That’s not a big deal,” she said awkwardly. “I just want a baby with you. I don’t care how it happens anymore.”

I let the papers fall to the floor and jerked her to me. “It is a big deal,” I said, kissing her feverishly. “Jesus, Bella, I didn’t know if you’d ever want this after…”

She met my gaze and smiled. “I’ve been thinking of our options lately,” she answered as she fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. “And I can’t explain it. I just feel like this is what we’re supposed to do first.”

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