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The morning came in like a lamb… mild and gentle.That's what Emma's mother had said that morning, standing in the kitchen of the Taylor family home, looking out at the unseasonably warm day. No rain in sight. Just clear blue skies and the first hints of spring in the air. She did have a cape just in case.But so far, today was perfect wedding weather.Emma stood in front of the full-length mirror in her childhood bedroom, staring at herself in her wedding dress. White lace and silk, fitted bodice, flowing skirt. It was simple but undeniably elegant. It was everything she'd wanted.Her hand drifted to her stomach, which was still flat. No one could tell yet.She was eight weeks along. She had found out two weeks ago when her period hadn't shown up and the exhaustion she'd been attributing to wedding planning wouldn't go away. Five positive pregnancy tests later, and Emma had a secret she was terrified and thrilled about in equal measure.She hadn't told Daniel yet. Hadn't told anyone.

The reception was in full swing.The backyard had been transformed again. The ceremony chairs replaced with round tables draped in white linen, centerpieces of white roses and candles, those string lights now glowing overhead as the sun started to set. A dance floor had been set up near the house, music playing, people already dancing.Emma sat at the head table, Daniel's hand warm in hers, watching their friends and family celebrate. She took a sip from her champagne flute. Sparkling water. She'd told Daniel she wanted to keep a clear head tonight, wanted to remember every moment. He'd kissed her temple and said he understood.But as Emma looked around the reception, she started noticing things.Prue was drinking water like her, of course. Emma could see her at the table with Nate, laughing at something he'd said. And Honey, sitting beside Grayson, her glass also suspiciously clear. Not champagne or wine.Emma's eyes narrowed before moving to Lauren. She was sitting with Wyatt, and—y

They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, hearts pounding against each other, bodies cooling.Finally, Daniel rolled to the side, pulled Emma with him so she was tucked against his chest. His hand traced lazy patterns on her back, over the curve of her hip."Best wedding gift ever," he murmured into her hair.Emma smiled against his skin. "Actually, that wasn't the real gift."Daniel pulled back to look at her. "What?""The lingerie. That was just… well foreplay if you like." Emma felt her heart start to pound again, but for a different reason now. "The real gift is—I need to tell you something."Daniel's expression shifted, concern flickering across his face. "Em—""I'm pregnant."Silence.Daniel stared at her, like he hadn't quite heard right. "You're—what?""Pregnant." Emma's hand went to her stomach, still flat but not for much longer. "Eight weeks. I was going to tell you straight away, but I knew that you really wanted a family, and I wanted to give you the b

He pushed inside slowly, carefully, giving her body time to adjust. The angle was different with the pillow, but it allowed him to fill her completely without putting weight on her stomach. They had changed positions in the last month, so he was never directly on top of her when they made love."Fuck," Grayson groaned as her heat enveloped him. "You feel incredible. I can already feel your pussy trying to grip my cock."Honey whimpered at the fullness, at the exquisite stretch. "Move. Please."He set a gentle rhythm, even as desire urged him to take her harder. Each thrust was controlled, designed to give her maximum pleasure without risk. If he was taking her from behind, he might have thrust harder."I want to feel you milk my cock." Grayson's fingers found her swollen clit, circling it in time with his movements. The dual stimulation pushed her rapidly toward another edge."That's my good little Red," he praised as her inner walls began to clench on him. "So responsive. So perfect.

Epilogue: Wyatt & LaurenThe set was dead silent as Lauren finished her last roundhouse kick before the scene ended with her in a fighting stance, then crew members started shouting instructions, lights being repositioned with metallic clangs, cameras rolling on tracks like something out of a fever dream. Lauren stood in the center of it all, dressed in tactical gear that made her look like she could kick ass and take names, which, according to the script, was exactly what her character did."Lauren, darling!" The director, Glen Anderson, gestured wildly from behind the monitor. "That was perfection, but can we do it again? Do you think? This time, more fire in the eyes. You're not just angry… you're avenging every woman who's ever been underestimated." Glen was one of the good guys. It was rare, but true in his case. He worked with actors to get the most out of them, instead of shouting, which could make some actors freeze up. She had worked with Glen before."Got it." Lauren wiped t