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Authors: Aurora Rose Reynolds

Tags: #Romance, #Fiction

Maggie

Heading to the
bed from the bathroom, I stop in my tracks as my eyes land on my sleeping husband. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen him shirtless, but I know it’s more times than I can count. I’ve also memorized the way he looks naked, how he feels pressed against me, how he tastes, what it feels like when he holds me. I’ve memorized everything about him, but the visual I have now is one I want forever.

I used to think love was a fairy tale, an impossible dream, but having what I have with Sven, I know that not only is it possible, but it’s something that happens when you least expect it. It takes you for a ride you may not be ready for, but it leaves you steady on your feet when you get off.

Moving quietly to the bed, I put my knees on the mattress and run my finger over the thick platinum band on Sven’s finger, admiring what it is and what it stands for.

“Why are you up?” he asks, opening one eye to peek at me while his fingers wrap around mine.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I tell him, falling to my side and scooting closer to him.

“You couldn’t?” he asks, getting up on his elbow while his fingers run down between my breasts.

“No.” I smile, parting my thighs.

“Eager, are we?” He grins, leaning down to kiss me as his fingers roll over my clit, making my hips jerk.

“I like my husband’s fingers,” I breathe, running my own through his hair.

“Just my fingers?” he asks, sliding one then two deep, rolling them over my G-spot, causing me to gasp.

“I don’t know. I also like your mouth and your…you know.”

Chuckling, he scoots down the bed, swings one of my legs over his shoulder, and licks while his fingers pump. “I think you should tell me what your favorite is out of the three.” He licks me again and my hands move to hold him in place. By the time he’s done, my eyes are heavy, and if I had to tell anyone what my favorite was, I wouldn’t be able to, because he’s a master with all three.

*

Kenton

Rolling over, I
place my hand out on the mattress and come up with air. “What the fuck?” Opening my eyes, I lift my head and see the bed is empty, but the light in the attached bathroom is on, and I can hear whimpering coming from in there. Getting out of bed, I don’t even bother finding my pants. I pick my gun up off the side table and slowly make my way to the bathroom door, which is open a crack, where I can see Autumn through the mirror, standing naked in front of the sink with tears in her eyes. “Baby, what the fuck?” I ask, swinging the door fully open, watching her jump when our gazes connect.

“I…I can’t believe it,” she whispers, smiling while more tears fill her beautiful eyes.

“Believe what?” I ask quietly, setting my gun on the counter so I can take her into my arms.

“This,” she whispers, reaching behind me then tucking her arms between us.

Dropping my eyes to her hands, my heart skips a beat as I realize she has a pregnancy test in her grasp, a pregnancy test with the word
Pregnant
clear as day on the small oval screen. I pull my eyes from the test to look at her.

“Jesus,” I whisper, closing my eyes and dropping my forehead to rest against hers.

“I hope that’s a good ‘Jesus,’” she whispers back, and my eyes open to meet hers.

“Never been happier, baby. I swear, I think you give me happy, and then you top that shit with something else every fucking time,” I tell her, and a loud sob tears up her throat as she drops her forehead to my chest and wraps her arms tight around me. Holding her to me, I rest my cheek on the top of her head.

“We need to call your mom and Aunt Viv.”

Chuckling, I pull her head from my chest so I can see her eyes and shake my head. “We’re not calling my mom, or anyone else for that matter.”

“But she’ll be so excited.” She pouts, and I lean in, kissing her softly.

“She’ll still be excited when you tell her later,” I mutter as I turn her, lifting her onto the counter.

“But I want to tell her now.”

“Sorry, baby, we’re celebrating. Then you’re gonna be too tired to call her, so like I said, that call’s going to have to wait,” I inform her, pushing her knees apart as I tweak her nipple, hearing her gasp. Gripping the back of her head with one hand, I thrust my tongue into her mouth, while my other hand leaves her breast, slides up her inner thigh, and my fingers roll over her clit.

“I’ll call them tomorrow,” she agrees, wrapping her legs around my hips as her head tips back so I can take her mouth again. Lifting her off the counter, I carry her to the bed. Planting her on the mattress, I end our kiss and make my way down her body, stopping along the way to kiss each nipple and her lower stomach, settling myself between her legs.

Swiping my tongue up her center, her thighs tighten around my head and the heels of her feet press into my back, lifting her higher into my mouth. I drink down her first orgasm and settle myself between her folds for her second, where I release my own deep inside her.

*

Kai

“Is he asleep?”
Myla asks, walking into Maxim’s room wearing her nightgown, her wet hair down around her shoulders.

“He is. How are you feeling?” I ask, pushing my fingers through her hair, tilting her head back.

“Good.” She smiles softly, running her hands up my chest.

“How’s my daughter?” I ask, sliding my hands around her waist, pulling her closer to me while travelling them down to cup her bottom.

“We could be having another boy,” she murmurs smiling softly.

“But we’re not,” I say, nuzzling her neck while bending her back as I slide my hands down the back of her thighs, lifting her up.

Wrapping her legs around my waist, her hands move from my shoulders to grip around the back of my neck as her mouth trails lazily up the side, ending at my ear, where her warm breath whispers, “I need you inside of me.”

Pressing her to the wall in the hallway, I push her panties to the side and flick her clit. “Are you going to feed me?” I ask on a rumble, feeling her wetness soak my fingers as I push two inside her, rubbing her G-spot.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” she breathes, riding my hand as her heels dig into the back of my thighs.

“I like that answer.” I lick over her mouth then bite down on her bottom lip. Pulling her away from the wall, I walk to our bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us. Once I carry my wife to the bed, I take my time, giving her everything before taking even more.

Walking down the
beach toward Myla and Maxim, I smile as I listen to my wife’s laughter and my son’s giggle as the waves crash into them, sitting in the sand near the shore.

“Come on, Daddy.” Myla smiles, turning her head toward me as I close the distance between us. Settling myself behind her, I grin when Maxim splashes his hand in the water and babbles.

“Are you happy, Makamae?” I ask, pressing my lips against her neck. Her hand comes up to wrap around the side of my head as her own turns to catch my eyes.

“This is my happiness, Kai—this moment, and a million others just like it that you’ve given me.”

Looking into her beautiful eyes, I know she’s right, and now, the rest of our days will be spent just like this.

Epilogue

Maggie

A year and a whole lot of happiness later

S
melling bacon, my
stomach growls and I try to fight it. I really do, but this baby has a mind of its own, and I swear it only wants meat. Sitting up in bed, I push my hair out of my face, place my hand over my large, round stomach, and ask, “Why couldn’t you like tofu?” like he understands me. I feel a sharp kick right to my bladder, and I pull in a deep breath.

I didn’t even have to take a pregnancy test to know I was pregnant. One day, I woke up and the thought of tofu made me queasy, while the idea of a hamburger made me salivate. That morning, I told Sven I was pregnant. He told me I was crazy. We had only been trying to conceive for a month, and even if I was pregnant, I wasn’t far enough along to come up positive with a test. A week after my food cravings didn’t diminish, I went and bought a test. It was still a week until my period was due, but I took the test anyway, and it came up with two pink lines—one slightly darker than the other, proving I was right.

Awkwardly rolling out of bed, I put my feet to the floor and push myself off the mattress then waddle to the bathroom, brushing my teeth, and taking care of business as quickly as a nine-months pregnant woman can. Pulling my robe from the back of the door, I slip it on and tie the waist then move out of the room.

Sven got his wish and we moved to Tennessee a month after all the drama went down. It didn’t take me long
at all
to fall in the love with the town he called home, or the people he considered his family. When we moved to town, we stayed in Susan and James Mayson’s house while our home was built.

Our plan hadn’t been to stay with them. We planned to rent a house for a few months, but after Susan heard this news, she went all mom-mode on Sven and me, and insisted we stay with her and James, that they had plenty of room. I obviously tried to convince them otherwise, not wanting to be an inconvenience, but I learned quickly that when Susan wanted something, she got it, and she wanted us to stay with them.

I never knew people like the Maysons existed before. People who are good through and through, people who would do anything for those they consider family, and Sven and I were just that to them. Mayson Construction built our home, and most days, Sven could be found helping the men he considered brothers with the job of building our house. It made it that much more special when it was complete, and he knew his hard work went into the place our kids would grow up.

Walking down the long hall from our bedroom, past Sven’s office, I head through the great room, with its floor to ceiling windows and view of the large pond in the backyard, and into the big open kitchen where Sven is standing shirtless in front of the stove with the phone to his ear.

Spotting me, he grins then mutters, “I gotta go Ace.” And he drops the phone to the counter. Ace bought the club from Sven and funny enough he and Eva got together; I don’t know how it happened, but she turned him into a one-woman man.

“Was wondering how long it would take you to get here,” Sven says, using a fork to scoop out bacon from the frying pan onto a plate covered with a paper towel.

“You know it’s not actually me who likes bacon—it’s your son—right?” I ask, moving around the long counter and stealing a slice of crispy bacon from the plate.

“I’m glad my boy likes meat,” Sven mutters, wrapping his hand around the side of my neck, leaning in, kissing my mouth, whispering, “Morning,” and then dropping his hands to my stomach and bending down.

“I say we make a no-tofu rule for the house. What do you say?” he asks my belly, and our son kicks hard at the sound of his dad’s voice. “I’m taking that as a yes.” He smiles, looking up at me.

“I’m eating tofu. I’m only not eating tofu right now, because he makes me sick every time I try,” I tell him, something he already knows.

“Whatever you say, baby.” He grins as I reach for another piece of bacon. “You excited to see Morgan?”

“Yes, but I think she’s just coming so she can decorate and hog Maddox when he gets here.”

“She’s gonna have to fight me for my boy.”

I know he’s telling the truth, as his eyes light with a fire that’s only there when he talks about his family, especially his son. He’s excited to be a dad, and I have no doubt he will be hands-on. I honestly think I’ll have a hard time getting our kid away from him.

“I really can’t wait to see my mom and dad,” I tell him quietly as he rubs my tummy. My relationship with my parents changed drastically. They are no longer absent, but fully involved in not only my life, but also my sister’s. They even bought a small RV so they can travel to Tennessee to visit Sven and me, and to Colorado, where Morgan now lives with her fiancé.

After Morgan got out of rehab, she stayed with my parents for a few months then took a job in Colorado at a rehab facility for troubled youth. The owner of the facility, Greg, took one look at my sister and fell in love—as he puts it. They’re happy, and best of all, my sister is doing amazing in her recovery, and I really believe her helping young kids find the right path has been good for her.

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