Donovan couldn't help himself when his queen headed out of the room and into the nursery.

He followed her around like a lost puppy and that she was a woman in heat. It tickled them both when all Delilah ever had to do to get him hard was flirt with him or walk around in her little shorts and tank top that rose up above her growing belly.

"What are you doing?"

Donovan stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her and caressing her belly.

"I am looking forward to fondling my future wife."

"God..." Delilah said, leaning back into him, her head resting on his chest, "I...can't even think straight when we're together."

"Is it me or the baby?" Donovan teased, "She is going to be so spoiled."

"Well, if you spoil her like you do me and the rest of our kids then I might have to take out some loans."

Donovan smiled. Even though he had more than enough money to take care of the entire family for years to come, it made him happy that his queen didn't expect it. She was always stunned when he bought her things or took her to dinner, or even massaged her feet when they were achy.

The months following Miranda's death were chaotic, but in the same sense very peaceful.

The children didn't understand why Miranda was gone or why she'd done the things she did. Brett had distanced himself from Delilah, but only enough to gain a trust that he hoped he'd never break. She saw that he was trying and more supervised visits were issued.

He even told her that he wouldn't seek joint custody because he didn't trust himself yet, but he definitely trusted her.

"Brett, there's a good man inside of you," she told him after dropping the kids off one day, surprised that he had a care package for her, "You don't have to do this..."

"It's not a flirt bag, Del. I hear it's all good for you and the baby and I never really congratulated you," he said, "So....congratulations. You've always been the best mom."

"Thanks, Brett," she said as they hugged awkwardly with Donovan and his sons standing guard, "I truly believe in you."

Brett would glance momentarily at the Dixon men—all four of them much bigger and much more dominating than he could ever be.

"You smell incredible, Del..." Donovan whispered into her ear, "I can't wait to take you back downstairs..."

He tiptoed his fingers over her belly and down into her leggings where Delilah was already sopping wet for him.

"Oh..." she hummed, "I love that—just keep doing all of it, everything...I'll try not to cry this time."

Donovan smiled, "Don't apologize for what you can't help, my queen. This little lady is giving you a run for your money."

Delilah blushed, "Can we not do this in her room?"

"Well, that's fine," Donovan said, "But you do know you're still taking her with us when we leave the room, yes?"

Delilah scoffed, playfully nudging him as they made their way to the master bedroom.

Even before they entered the room, Delilah had already stripped down, her full breasts making Donovan's mouth water as his cock begged to breathe.

"Turn around, put your hands on the bed and let me see your dripping pussy," he ordered, "Fuck...I don't care what you do as long as I'm in you soon."

Delilah eyed him for a moment as he stroked his cock—both of them too mesmerized to speak.

She finally turned and placed her hands on the bed, spreading herself wide for him.

Donovan pushed himself up against her backside and teased her core with the tip of his cock before easily sliding through her center.

"I think you have gotten tighter..." he groaned, gently taking her by the hips and slowly slipping in and out, "Oh, how I love your grip on me..."

"Yes..." Delilah said, "It feels so good, Donnie.."

"I love you, Del..." he said before exiting her and surprising Delilah with a change in positions.

Climbing onto the bed, Donovan sat down, leaning against the pillows and pointed to his erection.

"Sit on the throne, my queen.."

Delilah laughed and made her way to him, her belly now so adorably round as she straddled his lap and eased herself down his shaft.

It wasn't long before a beautiful pace was set and Donovan cupped her belly as Delilah rolled her hips, chasing that euphoria that only Donovan could give her.

"Feel me swell inside of you, baby?"

"Yes.."

"Tell me to come for you. Be my queen and tell me.."

"I—I want you to come for me.."

"Where, Del? Where should I come?"

"In me—oh God...inside of me.."

Donovan smirked as Delilah's body tightened and she climaxed, his face now planted in between her breasts as he took care of her—just the way she liked him to.

"I cannot wait for you to be my wife, Delilah..." Donovan said, "Mrs. Donovan Dixon."

As he came, the passion took over and he'd never felt so good or wanted—or held captive by any other woman except for Delilah.

And like clockwork, Delilah sobbed as she rubbed her belly, letting Donovan cradle her through the night.

He reached over and grabbed his phone, smiling at a text Jason had sent him—a picture of he and Julie out on a boat.

"Here's to the two of you, son," Donovan thought to himself, recalling how in the beginning he was adamant that Delilah was just a fling—just business.

"We're so blessed.." Delilah said, her eyes on the photo, "So very blessed...."

****STAY TUNED FOR THE RIVERS-DIXON WEDDING AND EPILOGUE!!!***