Mr Spencer
Page 45
by Swan, T L
Amelia struggles in his hold and breaks out crying again. He scoops her up into his arms. “Come on, baby, we’ve got to take mummy to the hospital. You can have a sleepover at Grandma’s.” He begins to take her upstairs to get her ready.
“Spence!” I call.
He turns back to look at me.
“One day, we’ll go to the Caribbean just so you can have your fantasy. I promise.”
He walks back over to me and kisses me softly, his hand resting tenderly on my huge stomach.
“Every day with you is my fantasy, angel. Every single day.”