“It’s about damn time baby. I knew it. I just needed you to know it. So, now that we have gotten over that, I have put in for us to have the day off tomorrow so we can get you moved in. I figured while you pack, I drop Bingo off at his classes and come back and help you. By the time he is finished, you should be all moved in. “I simply blinked at him, not sure what to say. But looking at his face, he was dead serious and not taking no for an answer.

“Ok.” was my simple answer. It was all he needed and the rest as they say is history. Here it is three weeks later, and I have officially been moved into the place he bought for us, for two and a half weeks and I don’t regret a second of it. I was a bit freaked out when I thought about what his parents would think. I mean technically, he is my boss and I mean, his parents are wealthy and influential. What would they think of him being with a nobody orphan? When I mentioned this to him, he looked at me, face frowned up and everything and walked out of the room. Initially I was terrified that I had somehow messed everything up. But when he walked back in, he told me to get dressed. We were going to his parents for dinner. I pretty much walked around like a zombie as I was getting ready.

When we got there, his mom hugged me, welcomed me into the family and promptly took me into the living room to look at wedding dress pictures. When I mentioned he hadn’t proposed yet she simply replied, “men in this family don’t propose. They simply slide a ring on your finger and tell you to pick a date.” she said rolling her eyes. She looked at me and noticed the look of horror on my face. “Oh honey. No need to look so scared. They simply don’t like giving us the option of not being theirs. Trust me, what it lack it romance they make for in devotion and love.” I follow her eyesight as she says and see her and his father, giving each other the stare. I feel like I am interrupting a private moment. Putting my head, I can’t stop the blush, just thinking about how hot that is. After that moment, I have been less apprehensive and more open to whatever life brings us.

Here I am right now, waiting for Bingo for his first evaluation. True to his word, Zach found a private licensing/trainer twenty minutes from us, that gave the owners the option of whether or not they stay on his ranch or not for training. I said no, of course. So far, I see a vast improvement in Bingo. He is much calmer, especially when you use his special signal. With me and Zach, he is still a busy, happy, rambunctious little puppy. But outside of us, he is learning self-control.

“Lynn Voss!” I raise my hand.

“Bingo did excellent. We are giving him is Phase one certification. This means he moves on to phase two and that he can officially begin visiting the ward of children 10 and up. Congratulations!!! He is a wonderful little puppy.”

I am so excited I can’t hold it. Picking up my phone I call Zach. Before I say anything he beats me to it.

“Let me guess. He passed?”

“YES!!!”

“Fantastic!! So what age group is he approved for?”

“10 and up right now. He has to go through the next phase of training.”

“That is amazing baby. Hey, what do you say, you take the rest of the day off and take him to the hospital to get him signed up.” See why I love him.

“You are right. I will do that.” Once they bring Bingo to me, we go and do that. He is signed up for every Saturday on the cancer ward. Once that is done we head home and before I know it, I fall asleep. I vaguely feel something cold touch my hand. Rolling over, I look down and the first thing I see is a square cut, white diamond ring on my finger. I look up and Zach is looking at it, nostrils flaring, like he is holding himself back.

“Zach. What’s this?” I ask, my voice giving away my emotions.

“My claim out in the open. I have been waiting for it to be fitted for you and your tracker installed. Now I am done waiting. This, never comes off your finger. Do you understand me?” he asks me using his forceful voice. I shiver. I love it when he puts the base in his voice. My pussy gets wet, and my body begins to beg.

“Yes. Yes I understand you.” I say breathless and horny for all of him. Did I mention the night we moved in, he took my virginity and we have been going at it like rabbits ever since.

“Take everything off. I need to see you with nothing but my ring on.”

Well shit. Looks like tonight is going to be another long night. Thank God!!

EPILOGUE

ZACH

SIX MONTHS LATER

“What the hell are you doing? Get down right now, Lynn.” I reach up and grab her off the ladder by her waist. Bingo is at my feet, wagging his tail. If it weren’t for his barking, yelling at her, I might have not gotten here in time to see her up there. Since she has been pregnant, he has been extra protective and underfoot. I remind myself to reward him for his hard work. Especially when I am at work.

“I was putting up the baby’s curtains.” she says in a ‘duh’ sort of tone. I swear she is trying to send me into an early heart attack. We got married about one month after I slipped that ring on her finger. On our honeymoon we found out she was pregnant, thanks to the fact that all she did while we were in the Bahamas was make the toilet her best friend. Turns out, the first time I made her mine completely, we made our son. She is currently six months pregnant and glowing like a lightning bug in the dark. She has become almost unrecognizable. She smiles all the time, laughs like it is the only language she knows, and she no longer talks about herself in self-deprecating ways. When we discovered she was having our baby, she decided to stop working. She confided in me that she wants to be a better mom than the one she didn’t have and to her, that means she needs to stay home. Of course I told her it was fine. My family has enough money, so she never has to work. My mom has taken to her like a mother to a daughter and it makes me happy to see their relationship blossom so much. What I don’t like is when she climbs ladders without me.

“What did I tell you about doing that? All you have to do is tell me what you need, baby. What if you had fallen and something happened to you or our son? Or you? Jesus Lynn. I wouldn’t survive it if I lost you.” I hold her to me tightly as we sit on the bed. I know I am overreacting, but fuck it. It could happen.

“I’m sorry, Zach. I just got so excited when the delivery came today, I didn’t think. I’m sorry.” She says wrapping her arms around my neck. She leans in to kiss me. “I can make it up to you.” she whispers as her lips touch mine.

“What did you have in mind sexy?” My son moves inside her stomach as she moves to straddle me. I love feeling him move and spread himself around, proving to me every day that miracles do happen.

“Why don’t you take my clothes off and find out.” That is something she never has to ask for. I spend the rest of the night showing her how much a part of me she really is.

EPILOGUE

LYNN

SIX YEARS LATER

“Zed, grab your little sister and come on. Your Grandmother is waiting for us.” I yell at my son as I walk to the car holding the baby. Of course he squirms as I try to get him into the seat and as frustrated as it makes me, I can’t help but smile as I look at his cute little face. Over the past six years, Zach and I have had three kids. Zed who is our first born is six and as serious as his dad, but he is also the sweetest, most caring little boy ever. Especially when it comes to his little sister. Evalynn is three and she is as sassy as they come. She is beautiful, smart and a full-on ballbuster. But, she also knows that she has her dad and brother wrapped around her finger and she uses it. Often. Then there is my little squirmy wormy, Lance. He is eleven months and doesn’t stop moving. Not to mention this little guy can eat you out of house and home. He was my biggest baby and that doesn’t seem to be changing. Unless of course the one I am currently carrying decides to pick up weight. Yes. I am pregnant again. Six months to be exact. This one is another girl.

We are currently on our way to a babymoon. We have taken one in my six month with each of my pregnancies. We are going to Colorado this time. I want to spend four days curled up, naked with my husband in front of a fire, doing nothing but having orgasms and eating. Zach is amazing. He works all day and then comes home and takes over so I can have some alone time. He cooks dinner, gives baths and puts to sleep. I hear the women I have a mommy and me with complaining about how their spouse does nothing but watch games and sleep. I give thanks everyday this is not my story.

Not to mention, as you can see, he can’t keep his hands off me or me him. “Alright. Everyone buckled up?”

“Yes. Where daddy?” my baby girl asks.

“He will be at grandma and grandpa’s to say goodbye to you. Shit. Is Bingo in the car?” I look around and notice he is not in the back seat. Getting back out the car, I open the garage door and there he stands, old and droopy, but still cute and sweet. He spent five years as a service dog for children in the hospital. We went every Saturday and Sunday for hours and hours. Even after I had the kids. Then one day, he couldn’t get up off the floor. We assumed he was tired and thought nothing of it, until we came home later that day, and he still hadn’t moved. Zach rushed him to the animal hospital, and we found out he had a kidney disorder. Devastated doesn’t begin to cover it. It was especially hard because Zed loves him. They are like the cutest best friends and having to tell him Bingo was sick, was the worst. He had surgery and went through some treatment, but his days as a companion for sick kids, was over. Now, he sits at home and loves on the kids. I know his time is coming where he will leave us. Don’t ask me how I know, I can just feel it. As hurt as I will be, I know he loves us, and he can feel the love we have for him.

Bingo was the first friend I found that loved me unconditionally. If it weren’t for him, I might never have had the courage or the space to let Zach in. In some ways, I owe my ability to love, to Bingo.

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