If I wasn't more interested in what she had to say, I would've laughed at the look on her face.

"Diaz?" she asked, obviously laughing guiltily.

I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow at her. "Love of my life, are you standing here trying to pretend that you have no idea what I'm talking about?"

"How did you even find out? Nate said you wouldn't find out for at least a month or so," she argued.

"So, you actually planned this?" I asked sceptically.

"You know, you mentioned something about me catching a cold," she tried to divert.

"London," I said in warning.

She glared at me. "Would you put away the first name and just get me home so that I can change out of these clothes and we can talk properly? It's not like I'm the only one with some explaining to do."

"Fine," I said, letting it go.

We headed to the car and I helped her in before we got on our way. I stopped by a donut place first to get donuts and hot chocolate. There was ice-cream back at the house. I smiled at the happiness I could see on her face, even if she was trying to stay mad.

We got to the house and headed straight to our room. We both changed into more comfortable clothing before getting onto the bed. Because I know her like the back of my hand by now, I handed her the donut first. She did a small happy dance, making me laugh, simultaneously breaking the tension.

"It's your fault you know?" she said when she was halfway with the donut.

"It is?" I asked, confused.

How does this possibly turn back on me?

She nodded. "If you had trusted me enough to talk to me rather than make irrational decisions, then I wouldn't have felt compelled to beat you at your stupidity."

I didn't expect the booming laughter that left me. This woman makes it borderline impossible to stay mad at her. I mean, here I was about to interrogate her, and yet she managed to not only get out of me being mad at her, but she managed to turn it on me too.

"How did you even find out?" she asked, smiling.

"Nate should've communicated with Francois if you guys hoped to keep it a secret since Francois was ready with everything. He was just waiting for the word, and as soon as the marriage license and certificate reached him, he processed everything. It didn't take that long for me to find out that I was suddenly twenty times richer than I was yesterday," I explained.

I was stunned when I received the text in the afternoon. She was downstairs with Fifi and Connie when I woke up, so I used the opportunity to call Francois and find out how my inheritance was processed. He was just as confused as I was since he'd received a marriage license and certificate with both mine and London's signatures on it from Nate.

And that's when I knew who I had to grill.

My best friend sang like a canary, pointing out that it was his idea, but that he only came up with it because my baby mama told him to make a plan to get us married without me finding out. He informed me that he told Francois not to donate my inheritance as I'd demanded, and instead give him time to change my mind.

He went on to explain just how he tricked me, and honestly, I was impressed.

It was in that moment that I truly realized that there was no going back for me. London is undoubtedly the love of my life. I will never love any other woman the way I love her. The lengths she went to amazed me beyond, and if ever I had any doubt about anything, finding out what she did diminished them all.

"Well, I regret nothing. I love you, but what you were going to do is stupid on a million levels. If you had just come to me and told me, I would've been on board. I get why you did it, but you should know that I would've never thought that you were using me. You are many things my lovely Laz, but spineless isn't one of them," she told me.

"How long did it take you to even make the decision?" I asked curiously.

"It was instant. I mean, when Nate told me about the will conditions, I was briefly shocked, but after he told me that you told Francois that you want to forego your inheritance, it was like something inside of me snapped. At the time, I had no idea what the future had for us, but I knew even then that I couldn't let you go through with such a drastic decision in my name. It's a lot of money and it could do a lot of good. You have a company and people's jobs to think about," she said.

"And a wife and baby," I added cheekily.

She shot me a dry look. "Look at you being responsible after trying to be mad at me for being responsible for you."

I sighed, laughing a little. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Well, we're married and we're having a baby. I'm going to go with love me, give me the wedding of my dreams, give me more kids and live happily ever after knowing that your partner in life is one of the best people to ever grace this planet."

I couldn't help but laugh a second time and this time she joined me. When our laughter died down, she patted the spot beside her and I went over there before she cuddled into my side, her donut finished and hot chocolate forgotten.

"I'm sorry if you're mad," she said lowly, drawing circles on my chest.

"I'm not mad Dori. If anything, I love you even more. Besides, we're married in community of property according to our marriage certificate, so technically, we're both rich," I pointed out.

She shot up, eyes wide. "Holy shit! What?"

"Did you even read anything that Nate gave you to sign?" I asked.

"No. I just trusted him because he's your best friend. I was sure that he had your best interests at heart," she whined.

I chuckled. "Well he does. I'm glad that whatever's mine is yours."

"Are you sure? I have nothing to my name. My car and apartment aren't even in my name. Hell, the only thing in my name is Nemo. I bring nothing else but Nemo and my love to this marriage," she rambled.

I pulled her in for a soft kiss. "Calm down Dori. You bring a hell of a lot more than that. Even if that's all you brought, your love and Nemo are all I need to get by in this cruel world."

She caressed my cheek. "I just don't want you to hold it against me in the future when we're bitter and hate each other."

I wiped away a fallen tear and kissed her palm. "First of all, I could never hate you. Secondly, we'll never get to that point- not in this life or the next hundred lifetimes that our souls unite. Lastly, I don't care about the money. I thought my stupidity as you put it, was enough of an indication of that."

"I'm sorry. I'm just getting in my head because of stuff my mom said to me," she admitted, cuddling back into my side.

"I know you are, but you need to trust that I just want you and Nemo. All the possessions in the world could never match up to the love I have for you both, and the love I'm confident you have for us both. That's all I need in this life Dori. Being rich is just a bonus I guess," I said.

"We're still donating the money, or at least as much as we can. You have a big heart, and I want people to see that about you," she said.

"We can start a foundation in honour of my grandfather?" I suggested.

She looked up, beaming. "That's a brilliant idea."

"We can name it The Sunshine Foundation. We'll think of what the foundation focuses on later," I said.

"Orphans," she said almost instantly.

I scowled. "Why orphans?"

"You already want to name it after something he used to call me, so that part can be something connected to you. I know that you technically weren't an orphan after your parents died, but there are kids out there who have lost their parents and have no one else. We can have the foundation focus on them," she explained.

This woman never ceases to amaze me.

"You've actually given me a brilliant idea, except this is going to be your project," I told her.

She frowned. "I'm listening."

"A part of our assets now includes three properties that I think would be perfect for things like this. I love the orphans idea, but it doesn't have to be the only one. We can have the biggest property get turned into a home for them. We obviously have to do our research inside out, but like I said, that's your baby. I will get you everything you need," I told her.

"And what about the other two properties? What do you have in mind for them?" she asked.

"I don't know. Poverty is another sore spot for me because I used to make fun of poor people. Maybe one of the others can be a shelter," I suggested.

I was surprised when she beamed. "The last one can be a place for single mothers. Before we confirmed that you're Nemo's father, I can remember how terrified I was at the thought of being a single mother. The only thing that calmed my thoughts was knowing that I was obviously already surrounded by money, so Nemo and I would be fine, but not all women get to say that."

"I didn't know that, the part about you being terrified I mean," I commented.

"I'm pretty sure I've mentioned it," she argued.

"Maybe you did, but I didn't know it affected you like this," I countered.

"I mean yeah; I won't lie and say that my thoughts didn't travel to a dark place because they did. I wondered what it was like for other single mothers out there, especially single mothers who were forced into being single mothers. I judged myself for having a child with a man that at the time, I was sure I didn't know. It was my choice to sleep with you in Paris and I didn't think about the possible repercussions. What did that say about my character? About my potential to be a good mother? I couldn't stop thinking about what I would tell my child in the future if they were to ask me about their father. I felt like a failure already, and I guess that's why it hurt to hear what my mom said. A lot of what she said was true. I just choose to believe that it isn't because I have you and I believe that we're going to be the best parents to Nemo."

I was stunned. She was staring at my chest, avoiding my eyes, and a part of me was grateful because I didn't know what my facial expression looked like. If it was anything like what I was feeling and thinking, then she might take it the wrong way.

For a few minutes, we sat in silence. I didn't know what to say, or maybe it's because I didn't want to say the wrong thing. Maybe in that moment it dawned on me that I didn't think about the repercussions of sleeping with her in Paris.

Or any woman before her for that matter.

I was sure that I'd been careful in the past, and as far as I know, none of the women I slept with have a child, or at least not with me. I may have been emotionally void, but I made sure I was careful. However, London's words had me questioning myself too.

What kind of father would I be after something like that?

It's funny how her words have a way of making me question and answer myself at the same time. I would be the best damn father out there simply because of her; because of what we believe we have and how we influence each other. I would never be able to face this alone, and I thank God that I don't have to.

"I'm here Dori, and I'm sorry that you went through that," I finally said.

She looked up and smiled a little. "It's ok. Life is about lessons, and I took huge lessons from that experience. I don't regret Paris, but I also obviously don't regret it because of how everything played out. It taught me that not everything in life will play out this perfectly, so I have to be conscious of the decisions I make in the future. I have to think about my child, my husband, myself and what's the best decision at that point in time."

She called me her husband.

"You are exceptionally wise Mama Dori. I couldn't be prouder to have you be the mother of my child, and can I just mention that I love hearing you say husband?" I said, exuding the pride I was feeling.

She blushed, hiding in my chest. "You can't say things like that."

"And why not?" I chuckled.

"Do you think I enjoy blushing?" she asked, looking up to glare at me.

"Does it count that you look extra adorable every time you do?" I argued.

"No, because either way, you're the only one who enjoys anything about my blushing," she countered.

"Aren't you supposed to like the fact that I think you're adorable?" I asked.

She frowned. "No? I think."

I laughed before leaning down to kiss her. "Well I think you're adorable either way."

"You're just lucky that I'm too happy to argue with you," she retorted.

"Really? And what's making you so happy?" I asked.

I was surprised when she started trailing kisses along my jaw, saying a word in between each kiss. "I'm a happily married woman."

I thought I would lose it altogether when she captured my earlobe gently between her teeth. "What are you doing Mrs Diaz?"

"Well for one, I'm enjoying hearing you say that," she purred in my ear before moving to straddle me.

"Dori," I said, my voice strained as she continued to kiss across my jaw, uncaringly and torturously grinding on me.

"You know, if I remember correctly, we've ticked off everything that stopped you from making love to me," she said lowly, running her tongue down my throat.

I cleared my throat. "Is it?"

"Mhmm. You said you wanted to take me out on a date- check."

She kissed my throat.

"You said you wanted to woo me- check."

She kissed my chin.

"You said you wanted to make me fall in love with you- check."

She kissed the side of my mouth.

"Hell, I even married you, so freaking check."

I lost any bit of restraint I had then as I grabbed her face to kiss her passionately. She responded just as fervently, running her warm hands under my t-shirt. We'd both changed into a pair of my sweatpants and t-shirts.

She was wearing my clothes, and as adorable as I thought she looked in them, I had different plans for them altogether. I groaned as she ran her fingers on my abs, my own hands moving to squeeze her butt. In true Dori nature, she giggled.

Her giggle was short-lived though, replaced by a sound I was sure I wouldn't mind hearing all night. She moved to take my t-shirt off and I let her. She took control of her own undressing, tossing my t-shirt and her bra to the floor as well. My eyes were unashamedly glued to her chest.

"My eyes are just as enticing," she commented.

"Yeah, except they didn't just magically grow. Seriously, how did I not notice that your boobs were bigger?" I asked.

She laughed. "I'm glad to see that you don't just see a sex object when you look at me."

I caressed her cheek, looking into her eyes. "I could never think of you like that. You are my Queen who magically grows her boobs without my knowledge."

She laughed even more. "You're an idiot. Just shut up and make love to me."

"I don't know about shutting up though," I argued.

"Laz!" she giggled.

"I love you Mama Dori," I smiled.

"I love you too Papa Laz," she said before kissing me.

I managed to gently flip us over while we continued kissing. My kisses moved lower as the excitement grew. Despite all that I'd told her, I'd been yearning to touch her since I laid eyes on her again after Paris.

If I ever told her, she'd probably smack me for making her wait, especially since she didn't hide the fact that she wanted this much earlier. Now that it was finally happening, I intended to take my time with her; to reacquaint myself with her body.

To explore all that I didn't get to in Paris.

I touched and kissed every curve, revelling in her sounds of pleasure. Just this alone could sustain me. Her happiness, her pleasure, means everything to me, and I wouldn't lie and say that I wasn't appreciative of her compliments.

She was breathless, a sexy panting mess when I finally headed towards the path where all of this really began. She bit her lip and I leaned down to capture it between my teeth, sucking her lip as I moved.

Her back arched into me, her fingers digging into my back as I kept a steady rhythm. Dr Williams had already answered all my questions with regards to this department, so I already knew how to do this without endangering her or Nemo for that matter.

I was reunited intimately with the love of my life and it was bliss.

I don't even know where she got the stamina from. We were at it for hours, taking our time, discovering, and enjoying each other. I committed every look on her face to memory, and when she smiled after we both reached our highs for the umpteenth time, I swore to myself that she couldn't get any more beautiful than she looked in that moment.

"That was better than Paris," she said, sighing contently.

"I would never change anything about Paris, but I'll definitely agree with that," I said, running my fingers along her arms as she cuddled into me.

"Thank you for loving me Laz. I know it's a weird thing to say, but I need to say it. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for fighting for me even when I pushed you away. Thank you for allowing me into your life, into your heart. Just, thank you. I've never been this happy in my life," she said before kissing my chest.

"Why are you using up all the good stuff now? What are you going to say at the wedding?" I joked.

She laughed tiredly before yawning. "I'll think of something else."

"Sleep my beautiful wife. I love you," I told her.

"Mhmm. I love you too my handsome husband," she replied.

Minutes later, her light snoring sounded in the room. I kissed her forehead before following suit. Given the night and morning we had, I didn't expect to wake up alone in the bed. I got dressed in my sweatpants and t-shirt before leaving the room, intent on heading downstairs, only to hear her voice down the passage.

I walked towards it and found her in my office. She was sitting on my office chair, my laptop closed and moved aside to make space for hers. She was speaking to someone on the phone as she typed. There was a pen behind her ear and she looked like she was busy with something.

"And how many rooms is it?" she asked. She waited for whoever she was speaking to, to reply.

"Ok, I can work around that. Did you manage to get me that contact? I know I only asked for it an hour ago, but I want to get the ball rolling. Also, what's the verdict with that report?" she questioned.

I leaned on the doorframe, still unnoticed as she continued to listen and type. "I need that report Nate. I need to know what I'm working with here."

Silence.

"Alright fine, I'll leave it alone, but you've got the weekend Nate. I'm coming for that information on Monday."

Silence.

"I'm so going to snitch on you and tell him you called him that."

Silence.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Bye Nathaniel."

"We had an amazing night and you ditched me for Nate?" I teased once she'd hung up.

She jumped, clutching her chest. "Don't do that to a person."

"What are you doing up? We're supposed to be cuddling in bed right now, contemplating whether we even feel like leaving it," I pointed out as I walked into the room.

She looked at me guiltily. "I got up like three hours ago because of Nemo and I contemplated waking you up, but then I thought against it. Instead, I've been cooped up in here, conducting research on everything that we need for our initiatives. I'm actually excited to be heading these, even if I have no clue what I'm doing."

"Really? I couldn't tell," I taunted, sitting on my desk.

"Don't even try me Diaz," she said, throwing me a dry look.

I chuckled. "As much as I love seeing you here, I'd much rather have you naked in bed with me."

"Now that Nate called me Hitler Part Two for bothering him on a Saturday and refuses to help me, I guess what you want doesn't sound so bad," she said as she stood up.

"What I want?" I asked.

She shrugged as she walked past me. "I mean, sampling the goods a second time wasn't all that life changing."

"I think you need a kinky reminder," I said, standing.

She noticed the look on my face and squealed before running out. I chased her all the way to our room, shutting the door behind me. She was giggling the entire time and she didn't bother running away as I walked over to kiss her.

She granted me the lazy Saturday afternoon we both deserved.

"And here I was so sure that you people probably disappeared into your bed," Fifi taunted as we got to the kitchen in the evening.

My wife blushed, hiding in my shoulder while Connie laughed at her. "Eh, we're newlyweds."

"So, you know?" Connie asked me.

I frowned. "Wait, you knew?"

"We all did. You're literally the last person to find out that you're hitched," Fifi told me.

I turned to my baby mama. "Seriously?"

"You feel less guilty when you share your sin with other people. I figured you could be mad at all of us for keeping it from you," she argued.

"You bitch! I thought you were confiding in me," Fifi said, scowling.

My wife shrugged as she headed to the fridge. "Not my fault ya thought wrong."

"How'd you find out?" Connie asked me.

"My inheritance was processed yesterday morning, just after I'd gone to sleep. I woke up in the afternoon richer than I was when I went to sleep. I called Francois and he informed me that he got everything from Nate. I called Nate and he didn't bother lying to me," I replied.

"Well, we're sorry for keeping it from you. We just thought Lolo should be the one to tell you, even though we knew that her chicken ass would've never. This is how you were meant to find out, just not so soon I guess," she said, making us laugh.

"It's ok, really. I tried to do something in the name of romance, and my wife countered it through her own act of romance so I can't really complain," I pointed out.

"Seriously, you two are disgustingly cute," Fifi commented.

"Whatever! Con, how are you finding New York?" London asked her.

"It's great. Like I said yesterday, I went and showed Fifi the new office space I bought, and I'm in the middle of securing an apartment as well," Connie replied.

"I thought you were thinking of buying the office space?"

"Are you moving to New York?"

I asked the former and my wife the latter.

"I don't know about a complete move, but I've honestly fallen in love with the city. I've been looking for something exciting, and maybe this is it. I'm thinking of expanding my business, so I'll probably keep the offices in SA. That way, even my client base grows. The offices in SA will cater to South African brands, while the one here will obviously tailor to the new client base," she explained.

"You sound like you've already made up your mind about this," Fifi noted.

Connie looked like she'd just realized the same thing. "Huh, I guess I have."

"Does your decision have anything to do with Nate in there somewhere?" I asked her. She went beet red while her best friends looked ready to explode.

"NATE?" they questioned.

"I hate you," she told me.

I shrugged. "I'm just saying. I saw the way the two of you were looking at each other when you met."

"Con, do you like Nate?" my wife asked her.

"I mean, he's a really attractive man and half the time I can't hear what he's saying because I'm lost in his eyes and what not," Connie replied, flushed as ever.

"Wait a minute. You sound like you've spoken to him again since your official meeting," I commented.

She cleared her throat awkwardly. "I may have gone looking for you at your office even though I knew that you were home."

The three of us laughed at her expense. "Oh Con, this is your deepest crush yet."

"I don't want to have a crush," Connie whined, putting her head on the island.

"Tough cookies love. You're already there," my wife comforted.

"He's never going to make the first move," I informed.

"What? Why?" Fifi asked me.

"Ginny," London said knowingly.

"Ginny?" Connie and Fifi asked.

"Nate is a widower. He lost his wife Ginny almost two years ago. When we last touched the subject, he admitted to me that he doesn't see himself ever doing the whole dating thing. Don't get me wrong, I saw the way he looked at you. There's something there. All I'm saying is that you may have to be the one to make him see that he can actually move on," I explained.

"Well damn," Fifi mumbled.

"I don't know about that," Connie said warily.

"It's ok Con. It's not like you have to do anything about it now," I pointed out.

"I for one am ecstatic that you're thinking of staying in New York, especially since I'm pretty sure it's my new home now," my wife commented.

"Really?" I asked her.

She nodded. "There's nothing left for me back home except my family and friends. I can always visit them, but my life is here now, with you."

I went over to kiss her. "I love you."

"I love you too," she smiled before pecking my lips.

"Well alright then! I guess I'm moving to New York too. We all know that the fashion here is amazing anyway. What better place to kick off my career right?" Fifi said.

London squealed. "Really?"

Fifi rolled her eyes, smiling. "Like I'd let you bitches move to a new city without me."

I laughed as the three of them squealed like little children, gathering around to hug each other. "New York won't know what hit it."

"So that's it then? You weren't going to tell me?"

Our heads whipped to the door where Mrs Simmons was standing with a guy I've never seen before. He had luggage with him, and Mrs Simmons seemed pretty chuffed to have him there, glaring daggers at my wife.

"Junior? What are you doing here?" my baby mama said nervously.

So, this is her brother.

"I'm here to talk some sense into you."