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made it sound like he wasn’t entirely sure they were from Maine, or perhaps he didn’t quite believe Maine was actually a place.
    “Wet and cold,” Doug said, hoping his shortness was indication enough that he wished to be left alone with his thoughts. He didn’t like the way Theo kept glancing at Annie in the rear view mirror, like prey sizing up meat. But Doug supposed if he was in Theo’s position he’d be looking too.
     
    Doug sat back in the limo’s plush leather seat and sighed, remembering Annie waking him up on that morning almost two months ago when he’d first learned of the pregnancy. She’d been playing with him under the sheets, one hand cupping his balls, the other stroking his cock. Once satisfied that he was sufficiently hard, she’d put her hands on his haunches and lifted her lithe body atop his, her undulations effortlessly guiding him inside her. Annie was elegantly and shamelessly female, and Doug was always amazed at her prowess as a lover. Afterward they lay together silently basking in the afterglow.
    “Doug?” she whispered.
    “Yeah?” Jerked back from a contented doze, Doug opened his eyes, a little bemused, a little annoyed.
    She was stroking the soft hair of his sternum. “Everything’s okay, isn’t it?”
    “Sure. Why wouldn’t it be?”
    She was giving him that, ‘I want to be serious because I’m feeling a little insecure’ kind of look. Doug could never imagine how someone like Annie could ever feel insecure.
    “Well, I was just thinking . . . when we have a baby we don’t really have to worry about anything, do we?”
    Doug’s heart-rate picked up. He pulled back slightly, gazing quizzically at her. “What are you talking about?”
    “Oh, you know, things. Money and education and all that stuff?”
    “No, no, I mean, why are you talking about this?”
    “I’m talking about having a baby.”
    “I know. I thought we’d decided against children, at least for now.”
    “We did, but . . .”
    “But what?”
    “Doug, that was almost ten years ago . . .”
    Doug felt panic rise in him. “No, Annie. It’s out of the question.”
    Annie pulled away pouting. “Why does it always have to be out of the question? And why do you get the only vote?”
    “Because we’re not ready. Because . . .”
    “I’m pregnant, Doug.”
    Doug felt like he’d been sucker punched. Jumping out of bed and landing flat-footed on the floor, he cried, “Jesus Christ! You’re what?”
    Annie began to cry. “It wasn’t my fault, Doug. I’m sorry. I take my pill faithfully every day. The doctor said that sometimes these things happen. That nothing is infallible.”
    “Annie? Annie, please don’t cry. I’m really not mad, just shocked is all.”
    “You’re not mad? Honest?”
    In that moment Doug thought his heart would surely burst with joy. “Honest.”
    “I’ve been trying so hard to find a way to tell you. I’m so glad. I’m so happy, Doug.”
    “Me too.” He dropped to his knees and took her in his arms embracing her fiercely. Tears began rising in his eyes and before he could get himself under control they were spilling over onto his cheeks. Actually he’d been relieved. Up till then he’d felt terrible because he knew Annie wanted kids. Hell, he wanted kids, but that underlying dread at the thought of what might happen if they did have a baby would never quite go away, and although time had a way of making light of issues that once seemed critically important, deep down Doug knew that De Roché was not the kind of man who would ever forget; he was a man of his convictions, perverted as they might be, and his convictions were most likely the very secret of his tremendous success. He’d been waiting all these years, a patient man, a man who always got what he wanted.
    But on that morning, a whole two months before the shit hit the fan, Annie and Doug were alive and happy and there was a child, their child, growing inside her. They were free and in love, and life