Jaxon: Uh oh. Wild man’s in trooooouble.
Wilder: Middle finger emoji
I return homefrom the sanctuary to a disheveled Angie pacing the living room floor with her hands pressed against her back. It’s not an uncommon sight these last couple of weeks.
“Braxton hicks again?” I ask.
She stops roaming long enough to take a drink of her water. Catching her breath, she says, “Mostly in my back again.”
“You sure you don’t want to go to the hospital just to be safe?”
She inhales a deep breath and blows it out all at once. “No. I’m fine. They’ll probably just tell me to go home and rest again. I was only one centimeter at my appointment yesterday, and my water hasn’t broken.”
I trust Angie to know her body, but watching her suffer and not being able to help has been torture. I do what I can to ease her pain, but it never feels like enough. “Ok. How about I run you a warm bath? That’s supposed to help, right?”
She strides over to me, her round bump brushing against my stomach. “You wonderful man. Give me a kiss.”
I press my lips to hers and brush a lock of hair away from her forehead, lingering there a moment longer to stare into those sparkling brown eyes. “I’ll come get you when it’s ready.”
I make my way to the en suite bathroom, run the water toa comfortable temperature, and set a couple of Angie’s favorite fluffy towels into the towel warmer—a luxury I wasn’t aware I needed until Angie moved in.
When I get back to the living room, she’s bent over the back of the sofa, legs spread, doing some kind of exercise. I don’t know how it’s helping her, but it’s definitely doing something forme. Everything about my wife does it for me, and my desire for her has only grown with time. There’s something so breathtaking about watching the woman you love become a mother.
I run my hand up her spine in a soothing motion. “Bath’s ready.”
“Oh, thank god,” she says on a sigh.
“Princess treatment?”
“Yes, please.”
I scoop her into my arms bridal style and carry her into the bathroom, depositing her near the tub. “Arms up.”
She complies, and I lift the oversized tee over her head, kneeling to pull down her panties. It’s a goddamn miracle I manage to keep a tight grip on my restraint with my face at eye level with her pussy.
As if she’s read my mind, she says, “Don’t even think about it. I’m pretty sure you triggered this shit with your midday orgasm delivery.”
I chuckle. “Well fuck me for taking care of my wife. How can I make it up to you?”
“Don’t smile at me like that, Griffin Hayes. This is your fault!”
I hold out my hand, and she slides her palm into mine. “Get in the tub, baby girl. You’ll feel better.”
She settles herself against the bath pillow and releases a tired sigh. “Mm. Much better,” she says airily.
“Good. Is there anything else I can get you?”
“Yeah, you can get this baby out of me.”
I kneel at her side and press my lips to her forehead. “Two more weeks, Angel. Hang in there. It’ll all be worth it.”
She sighs. “Two more weeks.”
Angelina
There’s a gush of warmth between my legs as another contraction hits me. Pain radiates through my abdomen, and suddenly, this doesn’t feel like a false alarm anymore. Panic overtakes me.
I shout as loud as I can. “Griff!”
