“So what? It’s okay to be a bitch sometimes, Shiloh.”
I can barely make her out in the dark room, only the glow from the skylight above us illuminating her gorgeous features. But it’s enough to tell me my words have shocked her.
“If that’s what you need to do to breathe, then give me your worst. I’ll take it. I’ll be your punching bag, your soft place to land. I’ll be whatever you need, baby.”
“Logan…” She sucks in a sharp breath and shakes her head. I press a kiss to her lips, ending whatever disagreement she was about to spout.
“I choose you, Shiloh Huxley,” I whisper, reveling in the shudder that works through her. “I choose you as my friend, my partner, my wife. You are the mother of my children, my future. I choose you now, and I’ll choose you again and again, every day for the rest of our lives.”
Shiloh chokes on another sob and grips my cheeks, running the tips of her fingers through my overgrown beard. So much has changed in the last three years, but so much has remained the same.
My love for my wife has only grown. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t look at my woman and say a silent thank you to the stars for giving her to me. Shiloh gave me our twins, Asher and Archer. She’s given me hundreds of days full of smiles and laughter. Nights full of passion and love. She’s given me my life back, and for that, I’ll endure whatever hell she needs to throw at me.
“You’re too good for me,” she murmurs through sniffles. Her lip lifts in a tiny smile that melts my damn heart. “But I don’t care. I’m never giving you back.”
Chuckling, I brush my beard across her cheek. Her laughter lightens some of the pain pressing against my heart.
“Oh, baby doll,” I coo, kissing the hollow of her throat. “That’s where you’ve got it all wrong.” I work my way down her chest slowly, not to turn her on or take things further, just because I love the way she smells, her sweet taste. “From the moment I saw you, you’ve owned me. Without you, I’m nothing. You can’t give me back if my existence depends on you.”
She scoffs, threading her fingers through my hair. I groan when she tugs lightly. It’s completely inappropriate, but my cock perks up.
Not now, buddy. It’s bad form to stand at attention when our woman’s crying.
“You’re saying you’d perish if I was gone? Justpoof, no more Logan?” She giggles. “That’s ridiculous.”
Pulling back, I shoot her a mock glare. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
Her eyes widen. “You do realize that someday I’ll di—”
My heart hammers in my chest and I slam my lips to hers, ending that absurd thought before she can dare voice it. Nah. Not happening. We don’t need to be giving the world any ideas. Especially one's like that.
“You watch your mouth, Mrs. Huxley,” I growl against her lips as I slap a palm down on her ass check. She jolts with a squeak and I quickly rub away the sting. “You will never die. Do you understand me? Never.”
“Lo—”
I smack her ass again, loving the way her thick curves move beneath my hand. “No. I will not allow it.”
She swallows hard, tightening her hold on my hair. She uses her grip to force my eyes to meet hers.
“But it’s the truth,” she whispers, looking devastated at the mere thought. My shoulders drop. “Someday, we’ll be long gone, and our family. The boys, and any other—”
Her eyes fall shut, and a tear slips free. I brush it away, picking up where she left off.
“Any other children we have will be taken care of by their big brothers. They’ll have their family to love them because, baby doll, neither of us are going anywhere until we’re old and gray, surrounded by a pack of great-grand babies. You got me?”
She sighs. “I got you.”
I smack her delicious butt again.
“Say it,” I demand. “Tell me what I wanna hear.”
Her tongue pokes out, gliding across her swollen lips. She shifts in my lap, straddling me. “I got you, Daddy.”
A long groan leaves me and my already hardening cock thickens to full mast. The sound of her nickname for me never gets old.
“Fuck, baby doll,” I breathe, gripping her ass cheeks. They’re even thicker now than they were when we met. Her body has changed over the years. After having the boys, her pregnancy with Lilah, and a few other chemical pregnancies, my woman’s been through a lot.
And with every day that passes, I only love her more.
