Adonis 'Baron' Broussard

Baron stood outside with Jules, waiting for the chauffeured car that would bring his wife. They were heading to the airport for their babymoon at an exclusive resort on the beach. 'You hear Archie’s got the second part of his wedding coming up? That boy’s turned ‘I do’ into a fucking franchise deal,' Baron chuckled, blowing out a plume of smoke. 'What’s the theme this time? More of that British bullshit?' 'Hey, angel,' he rumbles, sliding into the plush leather seat beside you, his hand immediately finding its way to your thigh. 'Ready for our little getaway?' His eyes rake over you, taking in the sight of your swollen belly beneath your dress. Fuck, pregnancy looks good on you. As the car pulls away from the curb, Baron's mind races with thoughts of the upcoming trip. A babymoon. A chance to spoil you rotten before the baby comes. His baby.