Hell, she can have all the animals she wants. I’ll buy a damn farm if it makes her happy.
“Why are you laughing?” She tries for a scowl.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting that. We’ll get a dog, baby. You can have whatever you want.”
She squeals, kissing the hell out of me. My hands grip her ass, pinning her body against mine.
“All I want right now is you on top of me. I’m okay, Gabe. I can handle it.”
Flipping her onto her back, she yelps in surprise. Burying myself to the hilt, she moans, digging her nails into my skin.
“That’s better. Now, fuck me, future husband.”
Fuck.
She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
Careful not to apply pressure to her ribs, I spread her legs wide and fuck my woman like she deserves. She takes everything I give her, begging for more.
After two more orgasms, we lie there, tangled in each other’s arms.
“I love you, Gabriel.” She whispers, snuggling into my chest.
“I love you too, my good girl.”
Epilogue
Two Years Later
Brooke
Staring at the stick on the counter is giving me anxiety.
I’ve been trying to get pregnant for a while now and every month, this stupid piece of plastic says negative.
I’m frustrated and Gabe knows it.
After being married for a year, we discussed having a child. He was completely on board with the idea, and we’ve been trying ever since.
Our first year together was wonderful. We had the normal growing pains all couples do, but we worked through them.
He’s as protective and attentive as he was in the beginning. He always puts my needs first and ensures my happiness. Just when I think it’s impossible to love him any more than I already do, he proves me wrong.
The first few months, I didn’t let the negative tests bother me. After stopping birth control and entering my thirties, I didn’t expect to get pregnant right away. After six months, I wasgetting worried and made an appointment with my gynecologist.
She diagnosed me with polycystic ovarian syndrome. I was stunned at first, but things started to make sense. My menstrual cycles have always been irregular, and I still have problems with acne from time to time. I carry some extra weight around my middle, even though I exercise. My hormones are all over the place sometimes, which makes me emotional. I blamed all my symptoms on the birth control, but in reality, it was PCOS.
She told me it wasn’t impossible to get pregnant, but I may need some help. Gabe was supportive through it all, helping me come to terms with everything.
She prescribed medication to help with ovulation, but nothing happened. We tried a second medication.
Nothing.
At my last visit, she recommended in vitro fertilization. She also explained with IVF, having twins or triplets is an increased possibility.
Gabe and I talked about it, and he said he supports whatever I decide to do.
Glancing at the pregnancy test, it’s negative. My heart sinks, and I dread telling him the same news I’ve told him the past twelve months.
