A Bundle of Joy 2: The Baby Proposal (BWWM Interracial Romance) by Roxy Wilson Page A

its predecessor, but equally satisfying.
    As far as she was concern ed her life was perfect.
     
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    Triston eyed the grocery bags on the counter as he entered the large kitchen where Selene was stirring a cooking pot with a wooden spoon. The aroma of curried chicken wafted through the air. With long strides he made his way to her, and watched with grim humor when she dropped the spoon into the pot and spun around to face him. The determined tilt of her chin and the challenge in her eyes spurred him on. Without saying a word, he grabbed her rear-end with both palms, drawing her against him, and burrowed his way through her bosom, the low V-cut of her blouse making it easily accessible. Her answering groan stoked his fire, but he needed to get some things out of the way first.
    “Babe?”
    “Hmm?” Selene lifted her chin so he could get better access to her cleavage.
    He stopped the trek along her neck. “Didn’t I tell you, you can text me whatever you need, and I can pick it up on the way home?” His journey along her neck resumed.
    “I was out anyway. I went on an interview with this new publisher, Crossword, who’s opening up shop in the next month, or two.” A groan escaped through her lips, her palms rubbed his shoulders seductively. “They’re looking for freelance editors that can work from home. The pay is not steady. They’ll pay me per piece, but at least I’ve control of the number of hours I work each day.”
    Triston bit his bottom lip in order to stop himself from saying the first thing that came into his head. He di dn’t want her to work, at least not until the baby was a year old. But he didn’t want to come across as a boar.
    “Why don’t you give the job hunting a rest until after the baby is born?” he suggested.
    She gazed at him, her eyes narrowed in annoyance. She twisted around to face the stove, even while she was still in his embrace, which forced him to release her and drop his hands to his sides.
    “Haven’t we talked about this already?”
    “I don’t want you looking for work when you’re eight months pregnant.” Frustrated, he dragged his fingers through his hair.
    “I don’t see what the fuss is all about.” Gingerly, she picked up the wooden spoon, to avoid getting curry on her fingers . “It’s not like I’m the only pregnant woman who’s job-hunting.” She stirred the curry vigorously. “What about those pregnant women who have to make it on their own?”
    “That’s exactly my point.” A heavy sigh escaped his lips. “You’ve got me, babe. You’ll never be alone. That’s a promise.”
    Selene gave him the side eye, her lips set in a stern line.
    To counteract her stubbornness and the anger directed to him, he took a few steps over and put his arms around her, his body pressed against her back, her derrière.
    “Babe, you know that I’m happy to be the provider for as long as you want. So, ease off a little. You don’t have to be superwoman.”
    Selene shrugged out of his embrace , and turned to face him. If only she’d recognize that all he wanted was what was best for her and the baby, she wouldn’t be so pissed off with him right now.
    “ True, I don’t have to be superwoman, but I do want to be a super mom. And I can start being that by setting the right example for my daughter.”
    “Our daughter.”
    She nodded. “Yes, our daughter. Do you want that her only life’s ambition is to be married?”
    “She won’t be allowed to get married until she’s thirty-five,” he shot back. “And that’s still too soon.”
    It was easy to tell that she was trying hard to suppress a smile from forming on her lips, so h e pretended to be suitably enraged, as if the mere thought of their daughter getting married had twisted a knife in his gut. The baby was not even born yet, but Triston knew that this little girl was going to be loved and cherished by both of them.
    “I want to work. It will make me happy, and I want to earn some money so I