“It’s her fault for getting pregnant again. Ethan isn’t even six months old.” A particular kind of disgust laced Craig’s voice, and he sighed hotly against my shoulder. Around us, the culmination of the past four years raged, and I couldn’t help but be impressed now that I saw it all in the same place at the same time. “Three kids in five years is way-y-y too many, Kelsie.”
“Thank God for birth control, then.” Turning around in my mermaid-style, pale orange dress, I flexed my fingers and resisted the urge to bend over. The stupid thing was so tight that it’d rip if I so much as clenched my ass cheeks. Scowling as Craig gazed at me with hungry eyes, I huffed softly even while heat crept up my neck.
I looked like a f*****g burst can of cinnamon rolls in this dress, but he didn’t care.
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