The door to the library that was serving as his office opened. Raising his head from the computer he immediately saw his beautiful goddess of a mother, Rhea, and then from behind her stepped Margaret.
She stood there looking fearful and uncertain. It was the first time he had ever seen that expression on her beautiful face. Several seconds passed as he looked her up and down twice. She had her long platinum blonde hair braided and pulled over her left shoulder. Her ivory skin was smooth and flawless, and between hair and skin she almost glowed from her maternity. He could tell that Margaret’s breasts had grown exponentially but they were secured well inside the confines of her lavender dress with green flowers.
His breath caught and he couldn’t suppress a smile as his eyes took in Margaret’s figure. Her narrow shoulders. Her small ribcage. Her newly grown breasts. Her gravid belly. Her broad hips.
Shock delayed him from standing until Margaret asked in a small quiet voice, “Am I–too late?”
Then, he did stand up, moved around the desk, and as he moved toward her all of her fear, all of her uncertainty, all of those months of heartache broke through Margaret’s tenuous facade and she started to cry as she ran into Thomas’s loving embrace!
Rhea smiled as she wiped tears from her eyes. Silently she left the room and closed the door behind her as Thomas comforted Margaret and then very tentatively disrobed her before showing her just how much he loved her.
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