“Yeah,” I choke out the words. “Her name’s Amelia.”
And she’s ours.
EPILOGUE
MIA
Amelia gruntsin her sleep and my chest feels instantly full, just as it always does for her. I trail my fingers through her hair, which is longer now, and settle her back to sleep.
“She okay?”
Jensen’s standing in the doorway, watching like he always does. I don’t know how I would’ve done this without him. When I say he’s been the most amazing partner I really mean it. He’s been there for night feeds, blowouts, through leaking boobs and hormonal meltdowns when I felt like I wasn’t doing enough. Every step of the way. He loves being a father and I love him.
Now, our daughter is six months old, thriving, and every day she’s becoming this little person with a big personality.
“Just fussy.” I step back from the cot and go straight into his arms.
His hands settle on my hips, brushing against the soft curve of my stomach. I still haven’t lost my baby weight. Not that I’m trying. Between breastfeeding and keeping my gallery running, I barely feel like I have time to breathe.
And Jensen doesn’t care. If anything, he likes the soft parts of me. It’s like he can’t stop touching my squishy hips and belly.
“She’s getting so big,” I say.
“She’s perfect, just like you.” He tilts my jaw so he can kiss me.
I slide my hands up his back as his mouth moves against mine, and I lean in, chasing his tongue as he devours me with the same intensity he’s always shown.
When we break apart, I get lost in his eyes. “I was thinking.”
“Dangerous,” he teases, leading me over to our bed.
I sink onto the edge, exhausted, and knowing that we have a short window before Amelia wakes again. She’s sleeping better, but still not fully through the night.
Jensen moves behind me, his thighs bracketing mine, and his hands go to my shoulders. I dip my head forward as he works the knots out of my muscles. I moan. Of course I do. The man has magic hands.
“You shouldn’t be so good at this. I’ll start expecting it all the time.”
“Beautiful, you say that like it’s a chore for me.”
For a moment neither of us speak, just listen to the steady breaths of our daughter feet away from us.
“Anyway, like I said… I was thinking.” He presses harder into my muscles. “I’m not saying we do it now. I mean, Amelia is still a handful, but maybe… Maybe one day we can try for another baby.”
His hands freeze, and I cut a glance over my shoulder, thinking I said something wrong.
He’s motionless, his expression unreadable, as if someone powered him down. “Princess… Don’t say that unless you mean it.”
His eyes are heated, unhinged and so hungry I’m not sure what to do with it. “I mean, not right now. I’m not crazy. But eventually, when things are a bit more settled, I want you to put another baby in me.”
His hands move from my shoulders to span around my belly. “Sweetheart, do you have any idea what it does to me when you say it like that?” He drops his head onto my shoulder, nuzzling along my neck. “As soon as you’re ready, I’ll make it my mission to give you as many babies as you want.”
I bite my lip, not sure if I should say it or not. I blurt it out before I can second-guess myself. “I want it to be like it was before. The first time. I want you to make me yours completely, Jensen.” I pause, watching as his eyes darken. His hands flex around me, and he’s breathing heavily through his nose. I enjoy watching him come undone. “I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to… Fill me with you. With…Youknow.”
His eyes darken, not playful or teasing. It’s pure hunger. “You want me to fill you with my cum? Tell you what a good girl you are for taking my dick?”
My thighs clench. Oh, damn. “Yeah,” I whisper. “I want that.”
He kisses me like he’s trying to brand himself onto my lips. It’s hot, filled with the desperation that makes my heart flutter. Even sitting here with leaking boobs and postpartum weight, he’s tasting me like I am the most amazing thing he’s ever touched.
I’ve never felt more his than I do in this moment.
“I’ll give you everything you want and more. I’ll breed you over and over, painting your thighs with my seed. I’ll fill you and plug you so that not a single drop is wasted. I’ll make your belly swell with cum if you ask for it.”
I whimper against his mouth. How can I not when he’s saying those things to me? I might be six months postpartum, but I’m still hopelessly devoted to my husband.
He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight, like he’s afraid to let go. Like he thinks I might float away if he doesn’t keep me. There is no force on this earth that would make me leave him. He is stitched into every part of me.
“I love you, Mia.”
I kiss him again, tasting, this time branding myself to him. “I love you more.”
