He was my dream guy.
The perfect match for me.
“That we did. And it was amazing.” He placed his hands under my arms and pulled me up to capture my lips, giving me a passionate kiss. “Now I want to take my girl out before we go pick up my other girl from your sister’s.”
I gave him a knowing smile. “You’re worried about Stormi.”
It wasn’t a question, but a statement because I already knew the answer. Even though I trusted River, as a parent it was always hard taking your child somewhere new. I had to leave Stormi when I worked so I’d had a little more practice than Bronson, but I was a bit jittery anyway.
“Of course I am, she’s mine.”
My heart pumped with love.
Bronson could have any girl he wanted but he chose me and Stormi to make a family with. She was officially his now that the adoption papers had been finalized and we both had his last name. But even if we hadn’t done that, I knew he wouldn’t have treated her any different.
He was one of a kind in my eyes.
“And you’re hers,” I whispered. “That little girl loves you to the moon and back just like her mother does.”
My husband’s eyes moistened and I knew he was touched. “I love you both too. So damn much. And when we have another child, I will love that baby with all my heart also.”
Now I was working to hold back tears. I’d planned on waiting until after dinner to give him my gift, but I couldn’t wait after what he’d said. Pushing up on his chest, I got up and out of bed.
“Where are you going?” he asked. “Not that I’m not enjoying the fabulous view.”
I glanced back at him as I walked toward the closet where my surprise was hiding. Giving him a saucy smile, I put a bit more sway in my hips as I sauntered across the room naked. When I heard him let out a deep groan, I snickered.
Once I had what I was looking for, I walked back toward the bed with my husband’s eyes glued to me every step of the way.
“I want to give you my gift now,” I told him.
He positioned himself so he was sitting up against the headboard, the sheet falling from his chest to pool in his lap. Damn him for being so sexy. It was hard to think of anything else when his skin was exposed.But bless him at the same time, I thought.
Nervous excitement buzzed through me making my hand shake as I thrust the small, white bag his way. His fingers brushed mine as he grabbed the handles and a zap of electricity zipped up my arm.
He stared into my eyes as he set the gift in his lap. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
I lifted my leg and swung it over him so I could straddle his strong, powerful thighs. “You didn’t open it yet.”
Reaching up he traced a finger tenderly down my cheek. “Doesn’t matter, it’s the thought and that it came from you.” Ever so slowly he slid it down my neck, the side of my breast and stomach before reaching for one of my hands.
“I really need you to open it now,” I told him, the anticipation killing me.
Bronson picked up my hand, turned it over, and brought it to his lips where he pressed a soft kiss to the middle of my palm. A shiver rushed through my body. He set my hand back down and pulled out the tissue paper that was shoved in the top of the bag.
This is it.
He pulled out the men’s navy-blue t-shirt and held it up. I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up when he said, “This is nice.”
My husband was so grateful over a plain old shirt because the words were backward facing me so he wasn’t even looking at it correctly.
“Turn it around, babe,” I told him.
He did as I asked, holding it up so I couldn’t see his face. I could hear him mumbling and then the fabric ever so slowly lowered inch by inch, drawing out the moment until I could see him.
“We are?” he whispered, eyes swirling with emotion.
The shirt I’d bought him read, ‘We’re Pregnant But Mostly Her’ in big white letters.
