“Since they told us we can’t have sex, it’s all I want to do. It’s the same with them saying I couldn't eat this morning. What the hell? Who tells a pregnant woman she can’t eat?”
“I’ll take your mind off food.” His hand keeps moving up my thigh and I see the determination in his eyes.
When they told me I couldn't eat after midnight, Dash made me breakfast at eleven-thirty last night. I was half asleep as he happily shoved pancakes in my mouth. My husband was very smug as he did it.
He kisses down my jaw to my neck. I tilt my head as his hand slips into my panties. “I don’t remember anyone saying I couldn't make my wife cum.”
I whimper because I always get so turned on when he calls me his wife. I spread my legs wider as he parts the lips of my sex and his finger strums my clit.
I bury my face in his neck as he makes me quickly climax. The man knows my body better than I do and he enjoys himself as he licks his fingers clean.
“That’s going to be the last one for a while.”
I breathe him in, feeling more relaxed now. I already was but now I’m mush.
“It will be worth it.” I nod in agreement.
I hear his phone buzz and know it’s time to go. He helps me to my feet and I take one last look around our home.
“When we come back here we’re going to have a houseful.”
“We might need a bigger place,” he says offhandedly, and I smile.
“Yeah, if you keep putting triplets in me, we might.”
I take his hand as we walk to the elevator. We’ve talked a lot about finding a home with some land. I’d love a farm with a few animals, but I wanted to wait. It was a lot to take on right now in the wake of our wedding and the news of triplets. We got married fast and found out we were expecting in a blink after that. I’m pretty sure he knocked me up that first night we made love. I wanted to enjoy our quiet time before the babies arrived and not have a million other things on my plate.
“Well, that’s what you get for having such a sweet pussy.”
I burst into laughter “Don’t make me laugh.” I grab my stomach.
“Sorry.” He smiles, but I’m not buying it.
The car is waiting for us when we exit and he helps me in. “My bag,” I shout, thinking I forgot something.
“Already beside you.”
“Right.” I should have known he would be two steps ahead because he always is. He gets in behind me and wraps his arm around my shoulder. “You’re about to be a daddy.”
“I don’t know what I did in this life for you to give me this gift, but thank you.”
I look up at him and see the tenderness in his eyes. “Thank you for loving me.”
“Never thank me for that. It’s impossible not to love you. It’s like breathing.”
Like always he melts my insides and lives up to his word. He might not be perfect, but he’s perfect for me.
Epilogue
DASH
One year later…
“Are they finally settled in?” Brooklyn asks as I close the door to our bedroom.
“I think they were too excited to sleep, but they’ve finally passed out.” I smile as I shake my head. “Your daughter is just like you.”
“Why is she my daughter when she’s done something mischievous?”
