“that kid may not carry my DNA, but by God, I don’t care. I love that little shit like my own and I want to be his daddy.” — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Fuck. I don’t remember her being so scary. She’s got those momma eyes down to a T, yet, somehow...on her, they are hot as… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“She’s not ready and maybe she never will be, but I won’t stop trying. I’ll be patient if it kills me. I can just… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Spence,” he says as he lifts his brown eyes to meet mine. “You still make it hard to breathe.” “And you,” I say, swallowing… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“for a moment, I stand in the doorway, watching the steady rise and fall of their chests. I listen to the gentle hum of their breaths and I wonder when my little babies started to turn into men. And I pray. I pray that my boys will be good men. That they will know how to treat the women in… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share
“Yes!” she shouts, tackling me to the floor. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Cooper James.” — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“through the screen door I find all three of my boys throwing a ball around the yard with Cooper. My heart bursts in my… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Tear filled eyes glisten in the firelight. She’s so fucking beautiful that it hurts to look at her, but it’s an ache I hope… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“Soft touches turn frantic. Gentle kisses become bruising. Rapid breaths progress to sensual moans. I allow the moment to completely take me; getting lost… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“I’ll take stolen kisses and trysts in the cane fields for as long as I live over a life without you in it.” — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“that kid may not carry my DNA, but by God, I don’t care. I love that little shit like my own and I want… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“I want to rip the rest of those buttons open and climb him like a monkey in a banana tree. Oh God, what I… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
“I want the strings. I want the ball and fucking chain. I want to be so tied to you that you can’t ever slip… — Heather M. Orgeron Copy Share Image
