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“Paige, I understand why you did
it. That doesn’t mean I have to like it, but I understand. I would like to be a
part of her life though and make up for everything I have missed so far.”

She sniffled and laced her fingers
with my free hand, giving it a small squeeze. “Of course Dylan, I wouldn’t deny
you that now. You have as much right to Lily as I do, I know I was wrong and I
wouldn’t be surprised if you hated me.”

“Baby, I could never hate you, I
love you with all of my heart.” My lips crashed into hers, trying to pour out
all of the love I had built up in my chest from the time we had spent apart.
And now I could share this love with our little girl.

Paige

“You sure she’s gonna be alright
with your dad and MaryAnn? We could just stay in and hang out, build some
blocks, have a tea party.”

It had been almost two weeks since
Dylan had come back into our lives, and he had spent every possible minute with
Lily and me. I loved to watch the two of them spend time together. They had an
instant connection that was undeniable.

“Dylan, if you really want to stay
and do that stuff with Lily, that’s fine. But trust me when I say, it’s nice to
have a break every once in awhile. Dad loves watching her; I think that’s what’s
kept him around so long. MaryAnn’s always there to help too. Now are you ready
to go?” I held out my hand and he gripped it tightly before finally leading the
way to his car and opening the door for me.

“You look beautiful tonight, by the
way.” His lips landed on my bare neck and remained there for a second, lightly
sucking, shivers ran through my body and I was so ready to just tell him to
forget the whole date thing and take me straight back to his house.

“So are you going to tell me where you’re
taking me?”

“Nope, total surprise. I figured
you would like that.” His brown eyes twinkled with amusement as he pulled out
of the driveway and I sunk back into the seat, my eyes already closing from the
lull of the car. Lily had been up with an earache almost all night and I had
gotten about two hour’s worth of sleep, but there was no way I was cancelling
our date. No way in hell.

I woke up when the car started to
slow down and glanced at the clock to see almost two hours had passed. “You
brought me on a date to your house? Isn’t that a little presumptuous, Rookie?”

Dylan smirked, pushing the down
button on his window and punching in the code to open the gate. “Hey, I just
wanted to cook you dinner. If anything happens after that, well that’s just a
bonus. But I don’t expect anything.”

“Mmhmm.” I narrowed my eyes at him
as he helped me down and I straightened the lacy cream dress I had picked out
for the night. I knew how his mind ticked, sex was on his brain almost 24/7 and
right now, that’s exactly where my head was going too.

I followed him into the kitchen
where he immediately opened the oven, filling the whole room with the
overwhelming smell of roasted meat, absolutely mouthwatering. “Take a seat at
the table. I’ll bring over a glass of wine, just about everything’s ready.”

I watched his broad back as he
grabbed plates from an overhead cabinet, just showing off a sliver of his flat
stomach and the V that disappeared into the waistband of his boxers. I felt my
tongue slip out and I licked my lips at the sight. This was truly going to be a
long meal.

Everything about the dinner was
perfect. Dylan brought out a roast with potatoes and carrots, and poured us
each a glass of wine. And to top it all off, he made my favorite, dessert.
Didn’t matter what it was, he knew it would make me happy.

“So,” he drawled out with a smirk,
lightly tapping his fingers on the table. “What do you want to do next?”

“I don’t know, maybe we could try
out that movie theater of yours.” I don’t know why, but suddenly I had just
gotten a whole lot more nervous about being with Dylan again. I mean I had a
baby, my body was different now. What if he didn’t like the weird things
pregnancy had done to me?

We agreed on a movie, selecting a
comedy and snuggled up into the home movie theater that I was very excited
about trying out. Dylan, of course, had to make a huge bowl of popcorn, having
not filled up on the massive meal we had just polished off and grabbed a
selection of candy.

“Take your pick, Paige.” He threw
the pile between us and started the movie up. We both instantly went for the
Sugar Daddies and played a game of tug of war before he finally let go and gave
them up. “So you still like your Sugar Daddies, I should of known,” he said
with a smirk.

“Uh duh, why do you think I’m here?”
I hit him in the chest with one of the throw pillows that were heaped into
piles everywhere and slightly knocked him back, catching him by surprise.

“Oh it’s on now Sparky, you have no
idea what you just started.” He scooped up his own pile of pillows and began
attacking me, before knocking me completely backwards and pinning my body down
with his.

I kicked and screamed in between
giggles as his fingers attacked my body, tickling me everywhere. “Please stop,”
I managed to choke out. I hated being tickled and he knew it, everywhere on my
body was sensitive and I swear it made me feel like I was dying a slow death.
He pulled his fingers away suddenly and just gazed down at me with the most
intense look I had seen yet come from this boy.

“You are so beautiful, Paige,” he
stated through hooded eyes before he leaned down and kissed me gently, starting
with the most sensitive part behind my ear, lightly nipping and sucking, moving
down lower to my neck.

My heart was beating through my
chest so hard I’m sure he could hear it. Everything was so familiar, but felt
so new at the same time. I let out a soft moan when I felt his warm fingers
brush underneath the hem of my dress and work their way up my bare stomach
before caressing through my bra.

His lips worked their way back up
to mine while his hand stayed firmly planted in place, pushing my bra strap
aside and working the lacy material down. He pulled on my bottom lip with his
teeth and I opened my mouth to give him full access, tasting him while he
explored my mouth like he could never get enough of it.

“Mmm,” he groaned into my mouth and
slightly pulled back, before removing his hand.

 “Seriously Dylan? I think you’ve
been plenty gentlemanly enough…” he cut me off with a loud laugh and placed his
arms under my knees before scooping me up.

“Oh I’m done being a gentleman with
you, Sparky, if that’s what you want. I just figured we would move this into
the bedroom.”

“Well then, yes please,” I answered
back while placing warm open -mouthed kisses across his jaw line and moving to
his neck.

 I’m pretty sure we got to the
bedroom in record time and I barely noticed the trip because the next thing I
knew I was sprawled on top of Dylan’s massive bed. He was over me in a
heartbeat, his hands everywhere, working my dress off quickly and then he took
a step back to look at me in my black lacy panties and bra that I had picked
out specifically in hopes for this right here to happen.

“I love these,” he gripped each one
with a hand and pulled them off with a flick of his wrist. He had that down to
a style. “But they look so much better off.”

He moved down so his mouth was near
my ankles and moved slowly up, caressing every part of my body as he went with
his lips and hands. My body was on fire just from the simple caressing touches
but I needed more.

Dylan finally made it up to my lips
and I could feel the rough material of his jeans against my body. “I think you
need a little less clothing too.” I leaned up to help him with his shirt and
flicked the button open on his pants pushing them and his black boxers down
with my feet.

“There that’s so much better.” I
reached down between us as my hand slid up and down the length of him and he
hissed between his teeth, letting out a low moan.

“Paige, if you keep doing that,
this isn’t going to last very long.” I pulled my hand away and stifled a laugh
as I looked back into his brown eyes that were so filled with depth at this
very moment. His hands palmed my breasts, running over the nipples roughly,
causing shivers to run right to my toes before he placed a warm mouth on each,
pressing himself against my stomach.

I held onto his hair for strength,
trying to control myself as my hips had a mind of their own and arched into
him. Dylan must have realized how close I was too because he slid a hand in
between us, palming the wetness between my legs before I felt his weight press
against me again and he slowly sank in as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
Dylan sucked in a breath at the sensation and slid slowly back out.

“You feel amazing, Paige,” he
murmured out huskily before raining light kisses down all over my face. I
squeezed my legs even tighter to pull him back to me; I couldn’t get enough of
him. I felt him sliding in and out of me slower and then faster before falling
into a steady rhythm. It was one of the most intense experiences of my life.

 I threw my head back and moaned
out his name before his lips connected with my neck, our movements becoming
frenzied. I dug my fingers into his back, I’m sure leaving marks and we both
seemed to explode together as he yelled out my name and collapsed on top of me,
our sweat mixing as we laid there together, my chest heaving in small gasps.

I was completely overwhelmed by
what we had just shared, something I had never felt before with anyone else and
hopefully would feel forever with him. He pulled out of me slowly before
heading to the bathroom and quickly returned, sliding underneath the sheets
that I had wrapped around my body. He pulled me against his body and placed a
light kiss onto my shoulder. “I love you so much, Paige Brinton.”

“I love you too, Dylan Turner,
forever and always.”

Paige

It had been almost a year since
Dylan had come back into mine and Lily’s lives and it had definitely been a
whirlwind. After recreating our date on the baseball field at the Ray’s
stadium, Dylan proposed at home plate with an engagement ring that he had
bought just a couple of months after we had first started dating.

 I, of course, said yes, only after
him agreeing that he would have to clean up his mouth a bit around Lily, he
could save all of that for the bedroom. After he agreed, we were married
shortly after. I think that really sealed the deal for my dad. He could see
that I was now truly happy and had Dylan to take care of us, so he quickly
deteriorated and lost his battle to cancer only about a month after the
wedding. It was hard at first to deal with the loss of my dad, but it helped to
have Dylan there for support.

Before he died though, another wish
of my dad’s came true, and he got to see the Rays win a World Series. Dylan was
still considered a rookie, so he didn’t get as much playing time as some of the
more seasoned players, but when he did, he played perfectly.

When we got back together, it was
kind of the perfect time. Baseball season was ending and we were able to adapt
to being a little family together. Dylan was the best Dad any little girl could
ask for and Lily had him wrapped around her little finger.

 I would wake up early in the
morning sometimes and find him just standing there over her crib watching her
sleep. At first, I felt guilty that he had missed the first moments of her
life, but after awhile I just had to let it go. We were a family now and we
could only look forward to the future.

“Come see Auntie Kitty, my Lily
pad.” Lily let out a squeal, immediately jumping from my arms to Kitty’s
outstretched ones. Kitty had made the trip down to Florida, along with Tim and
Susanne to catch one of Dylan’s home series. I figured they would be a little
upset with me since I had kept Lily a secret and they were basically the only
parents Dylan had ever had, but they were warm and welcoming, immediately
falling into the role of doting grandparents.

“This is too cute, I can’t believe
Dylan had these made up for you two, I swear that boy is always coming up with
the sweetest ideas.” Kitty pointed to the block lettering on the back of Lily’s
Rays jersey, that spelled out
Miss Turner
in pink and I had a matching
one with mine reading
Mrs. Turner.

I still remember the conversation
we had about that right after he had proposed.
“And I love you Paige
Brinton. I love the way you make me feel every time I see you. I love the way
you don’t put up with my shit and aren’t afraid to put me in my place. And I
can’t wait till you’re Mrs. Paige Turner.”

 I snorted out a laugh in
between tears streaming down my face. “Mrs. Paige Turner? I never thought of
how my name would sound with your last name. Maybe I’ll just keep my own.”

“Nu uh that is not going to
happen. Everyone will know you’re mine. People will be jealous with a name like
that, it’ll be a classic.” He ran a finger lightly up my arm, causing goose
bumps to run over my whole body and I wiggled my hips over his that was
answered with a groan. “Or they’ll just laugh every time they hear it.”

“Sparky, we need to end this
conversation right now or I’m going to explode before I’m even inside you.” He
arched his hips off the bed, almost sending me flying backwards if his fingers
hadn’t been gripping my sides.

“Fine but this discussion isn’t
over,” I answered back, leaning my head down to his, lightly running my tongue
over his lips, tasting the bubble gum that I had to pick up packs of to chew on
while we were away from each other. He let out a noise that I think was
actually a growl and flipped me over onto my back.

“What is that goofy grin on your
face all about, missy?” Kitty nudged me with her elbow, straightening the pink
tutu that Dylan had picked out for Lily that morning, while she bounced on
Kitty’s legs. “Oh, nothing.”