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Chapter 120: Countdown to Emily’s Wedding
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2026-08-18 21:58:28
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Falling for My Best Friend's Dad CHAPTER 122: EMILY AND JOSH’S BIG DAY
Emily's POV I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my dressing room, staring at my reflection. The white silk dress fell softly around my feet, covered in delicate lace that sparkled under the warm afternoon light. My hair was swept up into an elegant crown, with a few soft curl strands framing my face. My heart was beating so fast against my ribs. The door opened gently, and Flora walked in. She was wearing a lovely pale blue bridesmaid dress that complemented her growing baby bump perfectly. She looked radiant, her hands resting softly over her stomach as she smiled at me through the mirror. "Oh, Emily," Flora said softly, her eyes filling with instant warmth. "You look like an absolute dream." I turned around, holding the sides of my dress, and let out a shaky breath. "Flora, I am so nervous. My hands are literally shaking." Flora walked closer, taking both of my hands in hers and giving them a reassuring squeeze. "Look at me, sweetie. Take a deep breath. It is complet
Falling for My Best Friend's Dad CHAPTER 121: A PHONE CALL HOME
Flora's POV After Eugene left the bedroom to help Emily with the caterers, I sank into the soft armchair by the window. The late morning sun washed over the room in warm gold, illuminating the quiet grounds of the Vance estate outside. My phone vibrated in my lap, the screen lighting up with my mother’s name and photo. A bright smile spread across my face as I quickly answered. "Hi, Mom!" I said warmly, holding the phone close to my ear. "Flora, my sweet girl!" my mother’s voice came through the speaker, crisp and overflowing with excitement. "How are you feeling today? How is my grandbaby doing?" I rested my free hand over my bump, feeling a gentle shift under my palm. "We are both doing wonderful, Mom. It's only been a month, but this little baby is already so active every single morning." "Oh, I wish I was there to feel it right now," my mother said softly, her tone full of deep maternal warmth. "Are you getting enough rest? Emily hasn't got you running around doing crazy wed
Falling for My Best Friend's Dad Chapter 120: Countdown to Emily’s Wedding
Flora's POV The morning air in the countryside was fresh, carrying the cool scent of pine trees and damp soil. I stood on the broad terrace of the Vance countryside estate, wrapping my beige cardigan around my shoulders. It had been just a month since we put the dark past behind us, and my baby bump was showing nicely now—a round, beautiful weight that I cradled softly with one hand. Inside, our baby gave a soft, gentle kick against my palm, as if greeting the quiet morning. "Someone is active early today," a deep, warm voice murmured from behind me. Two strong arms wrapped gently around my waist, avoiding any pressure on my stomach. Eugene pulled me back against his broad chest, resting his chin lightly on my shoulder. I leaned back into his solid, comforting warmth, letting out a long, happy sigh. "They're just excited for the big day tomorrow," I smiled, turning my head slightly to press a kiss against his cheek. "Or maybe they know their father is going to look exceptionally
Falling for My Best Friend's Dad CHAPTER 119: A NEW DAWN
Flora's POV Flora opened her eyes and saw Eugene was still asleep. She stretched and watched him sleep. He looked peaceful. A wicked thought came to her. She lowered herself to his cock and sucked it into her mouth. Eugene groaned, a deep, gravelly sound that rumbled in his chest as he slowly surfaced from the depths of sleep. He didn't open his eyes right away, just lay there, a faint, sleepy smile playing on his lips as the warm, wet heat of Flora's mouth enveloped him. His hand, heavy and relaxed, came to rest on her head, his fingers tangling gently in her hair. "Good morning to you too," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. He finally cracked open an eye, looking down at her. The sight of her, her dark head bobbing over him, her lips stretched around him, sent a fresh jolt of desire straight to his groin. She pulled back, a slow, deliberate glide, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before she released him with a soft pop. "Good morning," she replied, her voice
Falling for My Best Friend's Dad CHAPTER 118: JUST US
Eugene POV I shifted, kneeling between her legs, my hands hooking under her knees. I drew them up and apart, positioning myself over her. Her nightgown was a forgotten ripple of silk around her hips. I looked down at her, splayed out before me, a goddess in the moonlight, our child a sacred secret within her. I entered her slowly, deliberately, watching her face as I did. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting on a soft sigh of pleasure. I paused once I was fully sheathed within her, giving her body a moment to adjust, giving myself a moment to absorb the sheer, overwhelming rightness of it. She was warm, and wet, and tight, a perfect, welcoming home. The fear and the terror of the day receded, replaced by this profound, soul-deep connection. This was real. This was us. This was our life. I began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that was less about frantic release and more about intimate communion. Each stroke was a declaration, each retreat a promise to return. I watched her
Falling for My Best Friend's Dad CHAPTER 117: RECLAIMING US
Eugene POV The pale moonlight filtered through the curtains of our bedroom, casting a silvery sheen across the floor. The house was silent now, the joyful sounds from the afternoon replaced by the soft, steady rhythm of the night.The air in the room was cool, carrying the faint scent of the lavender spray Flora loved. I stood by the window, watching the moonlight reflected on the garden, but my attention was entirely on the woman sitting on the edge of our bed. Flora had changed into a simple, cream-colored silk nightgown that fell softly around her knees. The delicate fabric clung to the gentle curve of her belly, the roundness of her pregnancy now undeniable, a beautiful testament to the new life growing inside her. She was brushing out her hair, the long, dark strands catching the moonlight with every stroke of the brush. The small, white bandage on her forehead was a stark reminder of the violence she faced, yet her movements were slow, calm, and graceful. I walked over t
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