“Ready?” he asks.
We bite into our cake pops at the same time and then expose them.
“It’s a girl!” we say in unison.
Kane pulls me into his arms and kisses me while everyone claps and cheers.
“You know what this means, right?” he murmurs.
“What?” I rasp.
“We have a princess on the way … which means you’re being upgraded to queen.”
His lips capture mine again, this time more passionately, and butterflies attack my belly. But before I can deepen the kiss, never having enough of him, he pulls back and then gets down on one knee.
“Brielle Antonova-Morgan,” he says with a grin spread across his face, “today wasn’t only for the gender reveal. I invited our friends and family here because I have a question for you …”
“Yes!” I squeal. “Yes, I’ll marry you!”
Everyone laughs, and Kane’s grin grows wider. And I realize I didn’t let him finish.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “Blame it on the pregnancy brain.”
“I love you,” Kane says, standing. “And I want to give you the wedding of your dreams, on the beach with our friends and family. And I’d like to do it before this baby comes. So, my queen, what do you say? Will you go to the Bahamas with me next month andwillinglymarry me?”
“Yes!” I repeat, throwing my arms around his neck. “I will marry you as many times as you want.”
Kane lifts me into his arms and kisses me, and it takes everything in me not to beg him to carry me back to our house so he can make love to me.
On second thought …
“It’s not happening,” he murmurs, laughter in his voice. “Right now, we’re going to celebrate. And later, I’ll show you how thankful I am for you over and over again.”
Kane
Today has beena damn good day.
We found out we were having a little girl and Brielle agreed to marry me again.
I hadn’t been thinking when I asked her to willingly marry me, so we had to come clean to her mom about the truth of our marriage. She wasn’t thrilled, but when Brielle told her she wouldn’t change anything because it was what had led us to where we were now, she understood and congratulated us.
After saying goodbye to our friends and family and making sure the cleanup crew has everything under control, I walk my wife back to our house.
The second we’re through the door, she jumps into my arms.
“Thank you for today,” she murmurs, peppering sweet kisses all over my face.
“You never have to thank me for giving you what you deserve,” I tell her. “Every day, you give me everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“Oh, yeah?” She smirks. “And what is it you want right now?”
She slides down my body and then removes her sundress, exposing her perfect tits, covered in sexy white lace, and her swollen belly.
“Do you want me?” she asks, reaching behind and undoing her bra.
She lets the material fall to the floor, and her breasts, which have grown since her pregnancy, drop slightly.
“I always want you.” I palm her breasts and gently pinch her nipples, making her moan.
