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73: With all our hearts
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Calvin couldn’t stop staring at his baby girl. Her dress hugged her frame, and the heels elevated her height. She was wearing a necklace with a pendant that dropped between her boobs. When she pulled away from the hug, he had been given a brief view of her boobs.
Now they were in the backseat of the car, quiet. He didn’t know how to break the tension. He didn’t even understand how it went from exciting to this point.
“How was work?” they chorused and laughed.
He placed a hand on her knee. “You first, Angel. How was today?”
“Fine. Boring, mostly. How about yours?”
“I couldn’t concentrate,” he confessed. They had meetings upon meetings. His only saving grace was Destinee’s attentiveness. She would slide him a note each time she noticed he was distracted. That had saved him today. “I couldn’t wait to come back to you.”
And he
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