"I didn't have this thing in mind when I agreed to come with you," Nathan leans forward in his chair.

"This is ridiculous!" Nathan shakes his head and sighs, making me roll my eyes.

"Abigail, are you even listening to me!" he throws his hand up in frustration.

"Yes, I have been listening to you," I close my eyes and nod my head, as I have started to get a headache from his constant whining.

"Abigail..." he almost sounds like five years old.

"Nathan, stop whining," I glare at him, "You are behaving like five years old kid."

"I am not whining," he again whines, as I purse my lips together to stop myself from laughing.

"And I not behaving like five years old," he folds his arms and leans back in his chair, proving my point.

"Nathan, it is just a test," I slightly laugh, and stop when I see his glum expression, "A simple and important test," I nod.

"Abigail, I have not been with anyone since a long time," he leans towards me as he whispers harshly.

"Nathan, don't get me wrong," I say as I feel slighted irritated with his constant complains, "You have changed now, that does not mean you were not a manwhore before," I glare at him, as his eyes become the size of saucers.

"These tests will make sure that I am not getting any complimentary items along with you from your previous life," I shrug, "If you are planning to embrace lifetime celibacy, so it is fine with me, then you will not have to take any tests."

"Hell, no!" he shakes his head quickly.

"If you think that now I love you, my views about overused things will change? Then you are wrong. I am making exceptions just for you," I lean forward and narrow my eyes at him, "Your soul has been purged, but now it is time to determine that your exterior needs overhauling or not or you will have to adopt celibacy."

"I had my tests, I am clean," he sighs, "I don't need to go through these tests again," he pleads as a nurse comes inside and starts taking out things required for blood tests. Nathan slightly pales seeing needles, but still keeps his face stoic.

Oh, shit! This is gold.

Seeing this, realization draws on me making it difficult to stop the erupting laughter in my chest.

"Are you?" I point at him and quietly ask, and bite my lip to stop my laughter.

"Shut up," he clenches his jaws, eyes fixed on blood test supplies, "Just shut up."

"Nathan..." 

"Abigail Knight, don't you dare say a word," Nathan glares at me and slowly shakes his head.

"Okay," I exhale getting hold of my laughter.

I almost feel bad for making him go through this, but it was his fault for being a you-know-what-I-mean so... yeah, needles for him.

I glance at the middle-aged nurse looking at us with an amused expression. I give her a small smile and shrug, she nods her head in understanding.

"Baby," I sweetly whisper and stand in front of him as I place my hand on his face, obscuring his view. My soft voice even surprised me, so he being in shock is a complete understatement.

I give a discreet wink to the nurse, who quickly shakes her head and smiles, as she starts to work on taking blood samples.

"Have I ever told you, how much I love you?" I caress his face as he is looking at me with wide eyes, "How much I want you?" I say gently.

"I want you to be mine," my voice barely a whisper, "I want all of you," To make myself look convincing, I drop my eyes at his lips for a moment then, I look back into his eyes. By the look on his face and the way his eyes darken slightly, I think I am doing a pretty good job.

"Your touch ignites a fire on my skin and your kisses leave me wanting more..." I give him a shy smile, while internally I have nominated myself for Oscars in the best actress category.

I quickly glance at the nurse who has, thankfully, done taking his blood samples and gives me thumbs up and exists from the room.

"And..." I trail off.

"And?" he asks his voice sounds deep.

 "And we are done," I nod my head towards his hand with a smug look.

Confusion etched clear on his face at my sudden change of demeanor, then he looks at the band-aid on his hand. He clenches his jaws, as he finally gets what I was doing.

I laugh as I step away from him, then I retrieve chocolate from my purse.

"Chocolate for you, baby, for being so brave," I say in a baby voice.

"We are not done here, baby," he suddenly speaks huskily in my ear, making me jump and quickly turn around.

His lips turn up in a smirk as mischievousness dances in his eyes, as I swallow and sheepishly look at him.

He runs his fingers down my arm, making me slightly squirm in my place.

"This chocolate for me, baby?" he says and takes chocolate from my hand.

"I, so, badly want this," his eyes set on me, "Now, I will have so much fun devouring this," he keeps the chocolate in his pocket and winks, and turns around on his heels and walks outside the door.

I release my breath, which I was holding as soon as he leaves, as my body visibly relaxes. 

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"Holy Shit!" My jaws drop down in surprise when I step into Hannah's home.

Her lounge is completely transformed into a night club, with those freaky lightings and all, but what got my attention is the pole in the middle of the room with a small platform.

When Hannah and Natalie said they are planning a bachelorette party this isn't what I had thought. 

But I don't understand what is the need for a bachelorette party when I am already married? But then there is no use of arguing with Natalie so, I agree to this party. 

My first thought, after seeing this room transformation, is about my innocent niece and nephews. I just hope they are safe and away from the craziness.

"Look the guest of honor is here, girls!" Hannah saunters towards me, looking like a million dollar in her burgundy spaghetti strap dress. No one can say that she is a mother of three kids and she definitely getting back in shape with her regular workouts.

Following her, I can see Sara, Rachel and lastly Natalie with a wide smile on her face that scares me the most.

"What you guys are up to?" I nervously ask as the vibe which these girls are giving me is worrying me.

"Nothing just playing dress up with you," Natalie holds my and starts dragging me towards the room, "Then we will have some fun," she laughs. 

Nearly after one hour of being a human guinea pig, they have turned me into a girl who I can never be. I am not looking freaking hot, but this is the first time I am feeling sexy. I am wearing dark green sequins short dress, that reaches my mid thighs, and the smokey eyes and red lipstick really makes me hard to recognize myself in the mirror. 

I love me! 

"I can't believe you guys are actually making me do this!" I shake my head and laugh as everyone is standing around me and nodding their heads.

"C'mon stop thinking and be the hotness you were born to be!" Hannah winks and points towards the dancing pole, as she, Sara and Rachel take seats on the couch in front of the pole.

Well, there was a time, when we were crazy teenagers I shared with them that I wanted to be a pole dancer. I didn't think they would have still remembered my those embarrassing late-night confessions. 

Natalie comes with her phone in her hand and the room fills with the voice of Selena Gomez as she sings "Good For You".

"Show those sexy moves girl, which you have practiced for years in your room in front of the mirror," Natalie shouts.

Okay, then it is showtime. 

Getting out my heels I go towards the pole, with swaying my hips with the music. Holding the pole in my hand I twirl around it once as I hear wolf whistles from my girls.

Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight
Do my hair up real, real nice
And syncopate my skin to your heart beating...

I start to move my body sensually with the rhythm. Flipping my hair, I swing around the pole with my one hand. Grabbing the pole with both my hands I throw my head back. Allowing music to take over the control of my body, I let myself loose as my body starts to move on it own.

After around three minutes when I song comes to end I am all sweaty and breathless. However, I am laughing like crazy as the girls are cheering and hooting for me as if I won the award for the sexiest pole dancer.

I run to them and hug them tightly as we all are laughing and jumping like teenagers.

I love them even if I might be dancing like a completely wasted person, they are shouting for me like I am the best dancer walking on this earth.

Amid our laughing fits, our attention turns to the sound of cries coming from the baby monitor.

"Well, yummy mummy off to duty," Hannah points at the baby monitor and laughs as she goes in the direction of Irene's room.

"Where are the kids?" I ask Natalie, taking Pepsi can from her hand.

"Boys are with Adam and Irene is going to attend her first ever bachelorette party tonight, " Natalie excitedly claps her hands.

Almost half an hour later, Hannah comes carrying Irene in her arms, who is looking extremely cute in her purple tutu dress and a matching headband in her hand as she keeps on pulling it away from her head.

"Hello, gorgeous," I take Irene in my arms and hug her tight against my chest, "You are looking so pretty pretty," I lightly poke her chubby cheek, which earned me a cute baby giggle.

"So, Irene here will also dance for us," Hannah gently rubs her back, as she is busy with playing my hair.

"Baby Shark... Baby Shark..." Hannah clicks her finger and nods her head which instantly gets Irene's attention.

Natalie puts Baby Shark song and Irene excitedly starts jumping and babbling in my arms.

"Baby Shark Baby Shark do do do do" we all sing and clap for our adorable toothless baby shark.

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Nathan's POV

"What ladies might be doing?" Miles asks and checks his phone.

Making me and Adam groan in annoyance as every time he checks his phone he asks the same question.

"They would have called male strippers," Miles looks at us trying to instigate us to go and check on them, but he didn't get any reaction from either of us.

Honestly, when Miles first time mentioned about strippers is made me uneasy. Then I remember it is Abigail's Bachelorette party, so she is going to be busy stripping chocolates and cupcakes wrappers and will be least interested in some guys stripping their clothes.

"What are strippers, Dad?" Dylan asks Adam, as Logan is also looking expectantly for the answer.

"Strippers..." He glares at Miles, then after thinking for a moment, he answers, "Strippers are people who take their clothes off in front of others," he gives the best answer as he can to his three years olds.

"Me and Dylan, both are strippers," Logan says happily, "Dad is also a stripper... we all are strippers!" he shouts making us laugh, then their lego set gets their short span of attention.

"You know maybe I should call them to make sure everything is fine," Adams says as he looks at Miles being hit by lego, as both Dylan and Logan are taking turns at aiming at the bullseyes on Miles shirt.

"There is only one sensible person present in the house at this moment," Adam looks at me, making me think who he is talking about. As little time I got to know everyone, I concluded they are only sensible when they want to be or when time requires them to be.

"My two months old daughter," Adam's face has a loving smile on his face as he mentions his daughter.

"She is really cute," I tell him, as he nods his head still smiling.

"Only when she is not crying," He laughs and shakes his head, "When she is crying she turns into Hulk, only a cuter version of Hulk."

"I am already missing my girls," he sighs and takes his phone out, but before he can dial, his phone rings in his hand.

"Hannah is also missing me, I guess," he shows his phone, which displays Hannah's name.

"Hey, how is everything going there?" he asks as he answers the phone, then his face scrunches up in confusion, "What? How?"

"Well, we have a situation," he exhales loudly with an amused look on his face.

"And that is?" I arch my eyebrow and prompt him to tell.

"Hash Brownies."

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