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“I never went to school. I was homeschooled,” I tell Adrian and Brittany, after he tells me about the man claiming to be an old classmate of mine. “That’s what I said. Dude left soon after that.”“You didn’t get his name?” Brittany asked.Adrian shook his head, “No. He told me not to worry about it and left. He was driving some junky green Saturn with California license plates. Said he was heading to Oregon, but drove in the opposite direction.”“That’s weird,” Brittany said, picking Pickles up off the ground, cuddling the kitten in her lap. “Very few people from back home know I live here. My lawyer and a handful of my parents' nosy friends. I mean, it was a small town so everyone knows everything about everybody. I never posted anything about moving on social media, though. I’m sure people still think that I’m in San Francisco. Everyone except my lawyer, who helps manage my parent’s estate.”“Would your lawyer tell anyone?”I thought for a few seconds, “I don’t think he would. He’
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Adrian POVI had no idea that Missy was that well off. I mean, I know she was well off in a sense, but not that she was a stinking Scrooge McDuck well off. Investing and buying houses out right is like another world to me. I’m struggling to pull enough money together to pay off Hailey’s mom so I can keep my daughter. If buying and installing a jetted bathtub after spending nearly 70 grand on repairs is not a big deal to Missy, I can’t even comprehend how much money she must have.It kind of makes me uneasy. I’ve got so much baggage coming into this relationship, and Missy, who is already perfect and amazing as it is, is filthy rich. What do I have to bring to this relationship? Shit, I had better stay on my toes. She can afford to run to the other side of the country from me if she wants to, and there would be nothing I could do to stop her. If I marry her, like I sure as hell am planning on doing one day, if she keeps cooking for me the way she is, I’m going to have to sign a prenu
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Missy POV“What’s wrong with that?”Adrian groans, pressing his erection into my butt again, making me giggle. It’s so empowering to see how his body reacts to me. “You’re a lot of trouble for a midget,” he grunts. His hips keep on involuntarily thrusting up, his muscles rippling against my skin. “Aren’t you sore?”I am, but that doesn’t change the fact I have this burning ache for him right now. There is something about this man that puts me at ease and lights a fire inside of me at the same time. I trust him and know whatever happens, he will take care of me. He is already showing how considerate he is, and how much he puts my needs above his. I’m sure any other guy would have jumped at the chance to start thrusting into me. He is hesitating, not for his sake, but for mine. He doesn’t want to hurt me, and that makes me want him even more. “I’m aching for you,” I told him breathlessly, pushing my chest against his, wrapping my arms more tightly around his neck. “Mmh, who taught y
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Adrian POVI love her. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I love Missy. Her trust and adoration for me is evident every time we are together. Coming together like this just feels so right. It’s like she was made for me. Just me. She’s all mine. Every part of her.I slid her sleeping frame up my body, sliding out of her. She whimpers, but stays asleep. It’s adorable, the way she cuddles against my chest, her mouth slightly slack, her warm breath blowing softly over my peck. Burying my nose in her silky hair, I pepper tender kisses all over her head, hugging her closer to me. “I love you,” I whispered, knowing she was too asleep now to hear me. It’s too early to say. I know it is, but I can’t help myself. I know I love her. There is a pressing need to let it out. To claim her. To somehow mark her as mine. Enjoying the moment of my girl lying naked in my arms a bit longer, I think about all the ways she has shown me just today how perfect she is. Her cooking….Damn. My w
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Missy POV“What are you doing?” Adrian is staring up at me like a deer caught in headlights, then he grumbles, “Oh, now you wake up.”Of course, I woke up. I thought I was having a dream of someone tickling me all over. My feet, my stomach, my butt. I didn’t expect to open my eyes and see Adrian writing all over me with a marker. “What are you writing on me?” I sat up slightly, looking down at my body. Adrian still has the sharpie pressed to my breast. “Property of Adrian?” my voice rose as my sleepy mind finally comprehended what he was doing. “How old are you?”Adrian pouts, the stupid marker is still pressed against my breast and the way his eyes are flickering down to it, I know he is debating on trying to finish what he started before I blew up on him. “You better not. Why on earth are you writing your name all over me?”“That’s what you do when you don’t want anyone else to steal what’s yours,” he muses, the tip of the marker bleeding out on my skin, the coolness of it makin
Build You Up 35
Adrian scarfed down most of the biscuits and then went off to the bathroom to get ready first while I worked on cleaning up our breakfast mess and folding the clothes he washed. I contemplate putting his clothes in my room, but decide to just leave them on the couch in a neat pile so he can take them out to his car later. His moaning and groaning in the shower leads me to believe that he’s having a harder time getting the marker off his face than I did to mine. He came out in just a towel after a few minutes, a deep scowl on his goofy-looking face. “How the heck did you get this shit off?” The marks are rubbed red and raw, but still very much in place. I giggle at his frustration. “Here, come on. I’ll do it.” I grabbed his hand and led him back into the bathroom, grabbed the make-up removing wipes, and the baby oil, set him on the closed toilet and got to work ridding him of my artwork. He gets a little handsy while I work, but I try my best to ignore him. Adrian undoes my bathro
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Adrian POVMissy’s attitude this morning while she was drinking her coffee, moving around her kitchen, keeps coming to mind as I drive home from her house. Maybe it’s my own anxiety making me feel uneasy about something that isn’t there, but it almost looked like Missy was uncomfortable with me this morning. Like she felt out of place talking to me about keeping clothes at her house. It made me so happy to hear her ask that; to know she was open to sharing her home and her drawer space with me. I don’t know how staying over at her place will work once Hailey lives with me, but I’m glad she is thinking about the long term just like I am. Eventually, I hope the three of us will live together. If Missy is willing to let me stay over every night, surely she is thinking the same. I have so many anxieties about Hailey and the adoption right now. I just have two more days and it should be final, and I keep waiting for Monica to do something to fuck everything up. She wouldn’t go back on h
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Missy POVI wore the dress I wore last Sunday, pairing it with a jean jacket and some booties. I don’t know where he’s taking me, but I feel like this outfit is good for anything except maybe a high-class, 5 star restaurant, and I doubt we are going to find one of those in our small town. Excitement is beating in my chest. I love staying at home with Adrian, but the change of going out is making me giddy. I thought he was trying to avoid others seeing us together, so rumors didn’t get back to Monica. Brittany told me that she was a piece of work and how she would react if she knew Adrian was moving on with me. It’s one thing to flirt with me in front of the men he works with in my own home, it’s another thing entirely to take me out where Lauren or anyone else still communicating with Adrian’s ex can see us together, then spread the news to her directly. I don’t feel so much like a hidden girlfriend or third wheel with him willing to take me out on an actual date. I don’t want to g
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Build You Up Christmas Special 8
Christmas Morning “Mommy!” Hailey hisses, shaking my shoulder. “Is Quinton awake?” I grumbled, not wanting to open my eyes yet. “Mama!” I felt little hands tapping my face. “Mama, up! Santa!” Landon says loudly. That’s right. It’s Christmas morning. We were up so late last night putting pieces of Hailey’s new doll house together, and setting up Landon’s new toddler roller coaster track around the living room that I forgot to set my alarm. “Where’s your dad,” I groaned as I rolled over, trying to force my eyes to open. “In Quinton’s room. He said to let you sleep until there was light in the sky, and now there is light in the sky!” I looked over at the window, and just as Hailey said, there was a small sliver of sunlight peeking above the trees. I chuckle hoarsely, my throat dry from sleep and the cold air, then somehow manage to find the strength to swing my legs out from under the covers and onto the floor. “Okay, I’m up,” I say as I stretch. Hailey jumps in the air, c
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Missy POV“Ready baby?” Adrian asks, helping me out of the wheelchair with one arm, his other hand holding our son who is sleeping in his carseat. The nurse waves goodbye to us at the door, then heads back into the hospital. “Yeah, but I feel like I’m wearing a diaper,” I complained, the chafing burning like you wouldn’t believe. “I’m going to look funny walking to the car.”He drove my mini van up to the curb, but I still have a good 30 feet to wobble, and I feel awkward and self-conscious walking in public. “You look hot in your diaper, babe,” Adrian tells me, kissing my head. “But lucky for me, you can’t tell you’re wearing one. Your coat is hiding all your goodies, so just watch your step and hold onto me until we get there.”I grin up at my amazing husband, so thankful for everything about him. Only he could make me believe that he really thinks I look hot in my oversized maxi pad and postpartum panties. This morning when I put my nursing bra on and had the cups unhooked while
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Adrian POV“Push, baby,” I told her, holding one of her knees, and letting her break every bone in my hand. She’s doing so, so fucking well with this. If I have to get reconstructive surgery on my hand after this is done, it will be worth it. I was so scared when she told me a few weeks ago that she wanted to try and do this birth naturally. I know she hated the effects of the epidural last time, but it did take the pain away. She is doing so amazing, handling this all on her own. I’m so amazed by her. More than ever. She’s like a superwoman, her superpower being able to still look absolutely beautiful while pushing a watermelon-sized human out of her body. “You’re doing so, so good, Missy,” I told her as the contraction eased up just a little. Not a lot, but enough for her to take a breath and take a few seconds' break from pushing. Hun-Stev-Rick-Quin, which is what I’ve decided the baby will be named since we can’t ever fucking decide, is crowning, and I know she only has seconds
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Missy POV“Shit! Shit! How do you spell contraction?” Rick asks, looking at his phone while pacing around frantically.“C-o-n-t-r-a-t-i-o-n,” one of the nurses tells him, looking amused while watching him freak out in the corner of the room.“Rick, you can go. I’m sure Adrian will be here any second,” I tried to tell him for the tenth time. “No, no. I’m staying. Let me just search Google for what to do during a….”Oh my gosh, he’s seriously googling what to do right now. It would be hilarious if it didn’t feel like a watermelon was trying to explode inside of me. Lord, I need Adrian. I didn’t want to get an epidural, but I don’t know how much longer I can deal with this pain without him. Just then, another gargantuan searing contraction makes my entire body tense with stabbing, all-consuming pain. My spine feels like it’s going to break and my pelvis is so tight that I bet you could bounce a ball on it, though I would kill anyone who tried. “Fuuuahhhhh!” I screamed out, one of t
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Adrian POV“Daddy? Why are you picking me up? Where’s mom?” Hailey asked, looking confused as she approached my truck after walking out of school. I scoff, and pretend to be offended. “Why? Are you disappointed to see me?”She giggled, walking into my arms and hugging me. “No. Mom is always the one that picks me up, though,” she smiles, looking up at me. I kissed the tip of her nose, then opened the back door for her. “We’re going shopping,” I grinned, helping her to buckle her seat belt after lifting her up. “For Christmas?!” She asked excitedly. “Yes ma’am. We got to get your mama presents.”“Oh, can we get her a puppy?!” Hailey asks, jumping up and down in her booster seat. I chuckle at her request. She’s still got Pickles, but has been asking for a dog for months now, and Missy finally talked me into getting her one. She’s going to be one excited little girl on Christmas morning. The chocolate lab puppy that Missy found for her is at my dad’s for the next week until Christma
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“I’ll give you something you can lick like ice cream all you want,” I smirked at Adrian in the mirror. “Whoa, woman. Who taught you how to talk like that?”I giggle at the face he’s making staring at me. “You.”A proud grin stretched on his handsome face. “Oh yeah.”His hands move down my arms as he starts to kiss behind my ear, making me moan. When his tongue flicks out against my earlobe, I whimper out, feeling it down there too. His hands move to my belly, gliding under it, and when he lifts the weight of his child off my bladder, I cry out, “Thank you!”, making him chuckle. “Gawd, you’re adorable,” he husks in my ear. I smirked slightly at him in the mirror, my eyes half-closed in relaxation with him supporting most of my weight. “I know,” I replied, mocking his tone, since that was totally something he would say. “Humble too,” he laughs. “Learned that from you too.”“Mmmh, I’m such a good teacher. Think you can waddle to the bed and let me teach you a few more things?”I gri
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“Hey, guys,” I started to get up, pushing myself up from the couch, until a dishrag hit me in the back of the head. I turned to glare at my husband. “You stay put,” Adrian scowls back at me, pouring water into my mug in the kitchen,“You can all go to her to say your hellos. She’s not allowed to get up”Roseanne and her family chuckle while Brittany rolls her eyes again. “Are you in timeout, Missy?” Roseanne came to hug me from the couch after handing the pie I'd been waiting for all night to Rick. “Seems so,” I sighed, hugging her back. “What did you do this time?”“Dishes,” I shrug. She tutted her tongue, shaking her head, “Such a crime. I’m surprised he didn’t tie you to the bed after such an offense.”“Oh, I plan to later,” Adrian smirks, coming around the couch to hand me my tea before hugging Roseanne. She laughs at his cheekiness, used to his crude jokes. “How are you all? How was your thanksgiving?” Adrian asks, moving to hug Isabelle and shake Mike’s hand before giving
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Missy POV “Mama, Dad said to tell you to stop,” Hailey tells me, coming in from the back door. “Stop what?” I asked, trying to get a grease stain out of my roasting pan, scrubbing vigorously at the supposedly non-stick material. “I can’t say the whole thing because he said curse words,” she scrunches her nose, making a face. Brittany chuckles from where she is sitting at the counter across from me, typing away at some final essay she has been working on since coming home for thanksgiving break. “Paraphrase. Leave out the bad words,” she mutters. Hailey sighs, “Well, he said to tell your stubborn butt to stop and be beeping patient. Then he said more beep words because Landon ran into his ankles with his tractor. When he stopped yelling and threatening to run over Landon’s tractor with the real tractor, he said to tell that beep woman I’ll do the beeping dishes in a sec, so she needs to sit her beeping butt down.” I rolled my eyes. If I wait for him and his
Build You Up Epilogue
2 years later….This is bliss. I’m floating in my jetted tub, engulfed in sweet-smelling foamy bubbles and soft music wafting out from the mounted speaker. The house has been quiet for 3 songs now, so I think Adrian finally managed to get Landon to sleep. I volunteered, but he insisted on me taking a bath as I cleaned the kitchen after dinner and told me he had bedtime covered. I know what that means. He wants me relaxed, energized and in a good mood. I bet any second, he comes waltzing into the bathroom too….“Oh, honey!” Adrian’s excitement from the other side of the door made me giggle. He opens the door then pops his head in, wiggling his eyebrows. “Mission accomplished.”“Good job, daddy,” I told him, floating to the edge of the tub and resting my head on my arm. “Want some company?” He asks, even though he is already stripping out of his clothes. “If I say no, will that stop you?”“Not a chance,” he grins, tossing his sock and boxers in the hamper with his jeans. He slips
