Page 243 of A Song for You

He bites down on my nipple. “No.”

Startled, I pause my movements and frown down at him.

“Call me husband when you come.”

I give him a wicked smile and work myself over him again. “As you wish, husband.”

Our slick bodies move erotically as I fuck my husband slowly.

And in no time, we’re right on the brink again. My release builds, and his cock swells. And as he sucks hard on my nipple once again, I shatter, convulsing around him as he twitches inside me and then fills me completely.

Breathless, I fall against his chest. With our hearts beating in rhythm, we lie that way in silence. When our breathing has evened out, Jay smooths a hand over my hair and kisses my forehead. And when I attempt to shift so I can clean myself up, he locks his arms around me and pulls me to his chest, keeping us joined as one. “Are you on birth control?”

Shifting so I can face him, I answer, “Yes.”

“Throw it away. I want to fill my wife up with only me, and I want to see my wife pregnant.”

My eyes widen. “You what?”

Jay’s eyes show such warmth as he studies me. “I missed out on your pregnancy. And God, I can only imagine how beautiful you were.”

I snuggle into his chest. “I’ve got pictures stashed somewhere. I’ll show you.”

Jay lifts my chin with his forefinger. “I would love to see them. But I’d love to see another baby in that belly even more. Give Chloe a sibling or two.”

Unease tugs at me. I should have done this before. Told him my concerns. He should have had all the facts before we said I do.

“Jay,” I whisper.

His brows pinch together. “What’s the matter, Kitten? If you don’t want more kids, that’s okay.” The sadness in his expression belies that sentiment, but like everything else, he’d give that up for me. He’d give up everything for our life together.

Tears pool in my eyes at that realization. “It’s not that I don’t. It’s that…” I take a deep breath for courage. “My mom was diagnosed with cervical cancer when she was thirty-five. She was dead two years later.”

“And tomorrow, you turn thirty-five,” he murmurs.

I close my eyes to keep the tears at bay. “Yeah. There are screenings. But I’ve been putting them off.”

“So you’re scared,” he says quietly. “I can work with that, baby.” He kisses my forehead as if he’s got this under control.

“All the money in the world won’t stop cancer, Jay.”

Watching me with a look of pure certainty, he runs his thumb against his lips. “I know that, baby, but neither will fear.” He pulls me close. His heart beats wildly against his rib cage. “Give me your fears. Always. I can’t protect you from everything, even I know that, but I’ll never stop trying. If it’s just you, me, and Chloe for the rest of our lives, that’s enough for me. But avoiding the doctor, avoiding answers and screenings, that only gives cancer a chance to take you away from us. So please, baby, don’t live in fear. We’ll face this, just like we do everything else. Together.”

“But what if…” My voice cracks. I’m terrified that all I have will slip through my fingers. Just as I finally have it all figured out. “What if the doctor tells me I have it? I don’t want to have more babies and then leave you all.”

Jay shakes his head. “Then we fight.”

“You make it seem so simple.”

He rubs my cheek with his thumb. “Because it is. We can’t predict the future. But I’ll fight every day for you, and I need you to do the same for Chloe and me. Can you do that? Can you trust that I’ll be by your side no matter what the outcome is? If we have six months together or sixty years, I’ll be by your side until my last breath.”

“I love you,” I whisper, in absolute awe of my new husband.

He leans down and captures my lips. “I love you too,” he says between kisses, already hardening inside me again. “Now let’s practice making a baby, wife.”

Sixty

Jay