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couldn’t really complain about the name. The incessant joking that went on and on and on…yes. But the name? That I left alone.
    I’m pulled from my thoughts as excited giggles erupt from all three of my girls when the chauffeur walks around to their side and opens the door, letting them out with a deep, gentlemanly bow. Wow. We really need to tip this guy extra for the royal treatment. His smile is genuine as they each curtsey in response before they take off, running full speed to where Harlow’s waiting for them.
    “Harlow! We got to ride in a limousine! It was so cool!” they all shout to her. She opens her arms and they ram into her, each giving her a hug. Squeezing them for a few seconds before letting them go, she responds excitedly, “That is cool. Why don’t we go inside and check out Blake and Trace’s new place? I hear it’s pretty cool too.” She gives me a quick wink before turning and herding the girls inside.
    I lean back into Blake for a brief, quiet second before taking the chauffeur’s waiting hand just outside the door. Stepping out of the limo, I smooth out my dress while waiting on Blake to join me. A second later, I feel his hands glide across my hips as they make their way to rest on my stomach, along with his moist, heated breath right behind my ear.
    Damn him.
    He places a delicate, yet very erotic kiss just behind my ear. I’m practically convulsing when he chuckles deeply, removes his lips and releases me from his hold.
    “You’re going to have to wait, Mrs. Morgan. We have guests to entertain.”
    “Do we have to?” I draw out my words. “I’d rather entertain you .”
    “All good things come to those who wait… and to those who don’t whine like five year olds while doing so.” I elbow him in the side.
    “Fine! Let’s get this over with.” He laces my arm with his. Walking toward the bar, the murmur of the crowd and the music drumming inside causes me to pause before entering. Blake lowers his hand from the door handle.
    “You okay?” he asks, giving me a concerned once over.
    I nod and throw my arms around his neck. “I just…well, I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you, Blake, for loving me. Thank you for loving my children. Thank you for asking me to be your wife. Thank you for making me happy. I love you more than you could ever possibly know.”
    He wraps his arms tightly around my waist and lifts me from the ground. “Alex, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to see that beautiful smile on your face. I love you and I love your girls.” He gently sets me back on my feet. “I love him ,” he places his palm flat against my stomach, giving me a presumptuous grin. “ This is my life now. And it should be me thanking you for giving it to me.”
    With tears in my eyes, I say the only thing I can.
    “Our life. This is our life, Blake.”
    The corners of Blake’s mouth turn up into a subtle smile. He nods, accepting my words, and repeats them to me with firm resolve. “ Our life.”
    Together we open the door entering, not as two separate people, but as man and wife joined by the enduring bonds of love and family.

     
    Crash landing myself in the seat right next to Harlow, who’s sitting at a table by herself, I can’t help but feel a little let down by the lack of reception regarding my dramatic entrance. She’s definitely focused on something or someone on the dance floor. So, since she’s not paying attention, I decide to call even more attention to myself.
    “Jeez, I’m so freakin’ tired.”
    She barely glances at me, then looks back to the dance floor. “Well, you better figure out something. I’m pretty sure Blake has plans for later tonight, so I really don’t see any rest for you in the near future.” She laughs to herself. It must be nice to have yourself as your own audience, constantly.
    Harlow continues her scanning. “Who are you looking for?” My eyes follow hers, grazing over all the bodies moving to the thumping