“It’s good to be back, isn’t it?” Oliver asked, coming to stand at my side.
“So good,” I agreed. “But I’m exhausted.” I adjusted Avery on my hip so I could lean on him. Our two year old was asleep, and I didn’t have the heart to wake her up. It was late, and I wanted to put the kids to bed so the two of us could have some alone time.
He pressed his lips against my ear. “But hopefully not too exhausted for what I have planned for you.”
Sex was completely off the table right now—we both knew it, but Oliver was the most doting husband I could have ever asked for, taking care of whatever I needed. No matter what myneedswere.
I yawned. “Maybe just a hot shower and sleep for tonight, babe.”
“That can be arranged.” He kissed my forehead. “Come on, let’s go inside.”
“Sounds like a plan. Don’t forget, we have plans tomorrow.”
Tomorrow, we’d see our family. I was excited to see my brother, Noelle, and their kids. Owen was six now, and Penelope was four, and they were the spitting images of their parents. Adorable. Penelope had Noelle’s red hair and freckles, but Matthew’s blue eyes, while Owen had inherited his blond hair from his dad and brown eyes from his mom.
I couldn’t wait.
“How could I forget?”
He carried Amelia into the nursery—it was the same one we’d used with Avery when she was an infant, though I planned to make changes now that we were in Portland for the indefinite future. Going back and forth was a lot, but I never regretted it, because I loved being able to spend time with the people I loved.
I put Avery down in her new big girl bed. I’d asked Matthew to set it up before we got back, and though her room definitely still needed to be decorated, it was a start.
“Sleep tight, my baby girl,” I said, tucking her in and kissing her forehead. “Mommy loves you.”
Slipping outside, I found Oliver standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and scrolling on his phone.
“All good?”
I nodded. “She didn’t even wake up.”
“Poor thing. So exhausted.” My husband took a few steps towards me, pocketing his phone and pulling me in tight. “And now it’s time for me to take care of you, Hollywood.”
He picked me up—just like he always had. Of course, I wasn’t quite as thin as I’d been when we’d met all those years ago, but it didn’t seem to bother Oliver. He loved my curves. Had loved my pregnant belly, too.
“Are you okay with just the two of them?” I asked, running my hand down his cheek. “We could try again if you want a boy.”
He shook his head. “I’m happy. Our family is complete.”
I hummed in agreement. It was. Two perfect girls.
Princess was sleeping in her dog bed, completely content to ignore us as Oliver carried me to our master bathroom, where he’d already started running the shower.
“You’re the best,” I said, kissing him softly after he set me down on my feet. Even after all this time, I still loved that he was only a few inches taller than me. That I only had to tilt my head up the tiniest bit to ask for a kiss.
“Anything for my beautiful wife.” He reached down, tugging the top off my body. “Now let’s get in before the water gets cold.”
I laughed in agreement, letting him undress me before sliding under the spray. “I can’t wait to take a bath again,” I admitted.
Oliver stepped in behind me, his hard cock pressed against my back. “I can’t wait to make love to you again.” He reached around to my front, sinking his fingers inside of me. “But until then, I’mjust going to have to keep you satisfied with my fingers and mouth, huh, honey?”
I let out a moan, feeling full of him.
His movements were slow, like somehow he knew the perfect speed to pump into me. I wasn’t sore anymore, but we still had a few weeks before I was cleared for full activities.
“Look at this body,” he praised. “This beautiful body that gave me two beautiful daughters.”
I leaned my head on his shoulder and looked up at him as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.
