“Oh, God, now,” I breathe, drawing out the words as I give in.
Gage moans as he holds himself inside of me. I can feel his cock as it twitches with his release, and I follow right behind.
My body feels as though it deflates when I finally come down, and Gage lowers us back into the water. I slump against his chest, and he hugs me to him, kissing my forehead and cheek as he tells me how beautiful and perfect I am.
“That was definitely the best bath I’ve ever had.” I sigh happily.
“Oh, shit.”
“What?” I frown.
Gage blows out a breath. “There are no towels in here.”
He shifts us, keeping me in the water so he can fetch some towels, and I stand by my statement. Watching Gage’s naked, wet arse leave the bathroom? Best. Bath. Ever.
Chapter forty
Twenty Weeks
DYLAN:
Jedidiah Hurley Morgan. Born 1:18 this morning. 7lbs 8oz
I smile down at the photo he sends through of a tired-looking Dylan holding a rosy-cheeked boy wrapped in blue. I punch out a reply as I take the elevator up to Isabelle’s office, even more excited for today since we have a scan to see our own baby.
ME:
Congrats, man! Hope everything went well for the little guy and mama.
I move through the hallways, my smile dropping once I reach Isabelle’s office and find it empty. I turn around, scanning the floor, but I don’t spot her anywhere.
ME:
Where are you, baby?
I drop onto the couch in front of her window, setting the treat bag I brought with me on the seat next to me, when another text comes through from Dylan. We’ve been texting back and forth ever since he came up to the city and worked at The Wayside with me. We bonded a lot more than I expected that night. Dylan was also a dad-to-be, a bar owner, someone who’s had to navigate loss. It felt nice to have someone to confide in like that. It was an unexpected friendship but a surprisingly welcome one.
DYLAN:
Becca was a total pro. Scared the fuck out of me. Women are awesome. My little dude’s doing good so far. Strong and healthy. Man, you’re not ready for the instant love that comes from holding your kid. I can’t even describe it.
ME:
That’s awesome. I’m happy for you.
And I really am. I lean my head back, drawing in a deep breath as I hold tight to the feeling. My phone beeps, but I give it a few more breaths before I look.
One.Mistakes happen, but so does life.
Two.You have to accept the good with the bad.
Three.Doing your best is the best you can do.
Four.You are capable of love.
Five.You are deserving of love.
I look down at my phone once I’m ready, my head and my heart feeling light with gratitude and acceptance.
