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Our gazes land on the ground between our cars where my pinging iPhone is.
Hunter cocks a brow. “Really?”
I snatch up my phone as I smother my smile. “What? It must’ve dropped out of my pocket this morning when you tossed me over your shoulder.”
A chuckle rumbles from his chest. “I missed you.”
“And you know I missed you.” Instead of Hunter taking a car service home, I offered to pick him up from the airport. When I pulled up to the drop off and loading zone, I jumped out of the car and into Hunter’s arms. We couldn’t keep our hands or our mouths off of each other. It’s a miracle that we made it home without having an accident. While he drove us home, I gave him head. And as soon as we got home and out of the car, he threw me over his shoulder, carrying me into our home. So yeah, dropping my phone was technically his fault.
We bypass the Porsche and my Bentley to his. “I’m not done with you, Wife.” Wife. We exchanged vows two years ago in a beautiful ceremony in Saint Thomas, surrounded by our closest friends and family. My New York kinfolk were all in attendance, but my father chose not to walk me down the aisle. He certainly didn’t turn down the all expense paid trip to Saint Thomas but that’s neither here nor there. We’re cordial but not as close as we should be.
Hearing Hunter call me his wife never gets old. “I hope not.” My pussy throbs with anticipation for what’s to come when we can finish where we left off.
Hunter rounds the SUV to my side and opens the passenger door for me. His lips capture mine in a kiss, sliding his tongue with mine. “Let’s go get our boy.”
I touch my palm to his briskly jaw. “Let’s.” He takes my hand and kisses my wedding ring. I grin like I’m lovestruck. Because I am.
* * *
Hunter and I arrive at the hospital and head to the third floor waiting room where Quentin is waiting with Liam. He’s pacing back and forth with his phone to his ear, while Liam sits on one of the chairs with one of his toys. Liam spots us first. He hops off his chair and barrels toward us. “Mommy! Daddy!” He collides into Hunter, wrapping his tiny arms around Hunter’s leg. “Missed you, daddy.”
Hunter lifts him from the ground and gives him a hug. “Daddy missed you, too, buddy. So much.”
Quentin ends his call, pocketing his phone. “Hey, guys.”
He and I hug. “How is she?” I ask, trying to keep the concern out of my voice.
“Her contractions are hitting pretty hard.” He scrubs a hand through his hair. “It’s too early.”
“You got this, bro.” Hunter grips Quentin’s shoulder. “Both of your girls will be fine.”
He nods, blowing out a breath. “Yeah. You’re right.”
I grab Liam’s backpack. “Go. And give Fatima our love.”
“Thank you.” Quentin ruffles Liam’s hair. “A raincheck on that ice cream cone, okay?”
“I see you later, kay?” Liam says. “After baby gets here.”
Quentin’s smile widens. “You bet. I’ll call you all with an update.”
Hunter slips an arm around my waist. “You don’t have to call us. We’ll be right here.”
“Absolutely,” I say. Fatima has become one of my closest friends. There is no way I’m leaving until I know she and Imani are okay.
Quentin gives a nod. “I appreciate you guys.” He exits the waiting room, understandably in a hurry to get back to his wife.
* * *
Imani Faye James is born three hours later weighing in at 4 pounds and ten ounces. Despite her early arrival, she’s expected to be fine, but she’ll have to stay in the NICU for a few weeks. We didn’t get to meet her, but the proud papa showed us pictures of his beautiful baby girl on his phone. We can’t tell who she looks like yet, but the peach fuzz on her head is blonde like Quentin’s hair.
Liam is asleep by the time we get home. After the eventful day he had, I don’t blame him. “I’ll put him to bed,” Hunter says setting his keys on the island.
I yawn, stretching my arms behind my neck. “I need a shower.”
“I’ll come join you.”
I stand on my tip toes and give him a kiss, splaying my hand on his chest. “You do that.”
