Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 55(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 55(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
“Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes!” I say through sobs.
“Fuck, yes,” he murmurs as he slides the ring on my finger before kissing it and standing up. I jump into his arms, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist as I kiss him all over his face.
“I love you so much. You’re my everything,” I tell him before they land on his lips. God, I love this man, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.
Epilogue
Joshua
Five Years Later
The last five years have been nothing short of amazing. We’ve spent the years traveling to exotic locations and working. I have moved on to another company, The Radon Group. They needed bailing out after the CFO was caught embezzling millions of dollars. Tatum has thrived as well. She has designed several celebrity homes all over the province in addition to her traditional clients. I never realized so many celebrities lived in Canada, but they sought Tatum out, and she dazzled them with her style.
After five years, we still hadn’t gotten pregnant yet, but not from a lack of trying. We went to several doctors, but there was nothing wrong with either of us. We were giving up hope when she finally got pregnant.
Now we are at thirty-eight weeks, and she’s ready to have this baby now. She’s been hot, cranky, and hungry. She also thinks she looks terrible, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s radiant. It might be the caveman in me, but she looks like a goddess carrying my kid. We decided to wait until he or she was born to see what we’re having, which I have to say is the hardest thing. I just finished putting the crib and the changing table together. I made the little bed and stored the essentials in the changing station. I look around the nursery before closing the door behind me. It’s finally done. It’s hard to believe that we’ll soon have a baby in the house. Our French Bulldog, Remy Bon Mot, named after a villain from The Incredibles, seems excited by all the changes in the house.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I come into our bedroom, finding her lying on her back, staring at the ceiling completely naked.
“Waiting.”
“Waiting for what?” I ask, moving closer to her. “If you are trying to entice me, it’s working.”
“Yes. That’s exactly what I am doing, husband. All of this to entice you.” she says sarcastically as she makes a sweeping motion over her sexy little body. Mmm, she's gorgeous, and she's all mine.
“As I said, it’s working,” I say as I kick my shoes off. I strip quickly, probably quicker than I ever have before, and join her on the bed. I kiss her belly before moving down her body, between her thighs.
“Don’t do that,” she says but moans when I do it anyway. “Nevermind. Do it. I need it.”
“I know you do, baby. I know you do.” I continue to eat her pussy until she comes on my face. My dick is so fucking hard; it’s digging into the mattress. When I stop licking her pussy, I move to the top of the bed and lay on my back, and help her climb on top of me. Her belly is too big for any other way to be comfortable for her. She slides herself down onto my shaft slowly.
“Oh God,” she cries when she fully seats herself, her ass on my thighs. I bring my knees up to support her as she rides me.
“Come on, baby. Come for me again,” I demand as she pushes herself on and off of me. “That’s it.” I palm her tits, which I swear have grown two cup sizes in the last month alone. She throws her head back and moans.
“Joshie, please don’t stop,” she demands when I pinch and pull on her nipples.
“Never, baby. Never.”
She rides me until she comes; I follow soon behind her. She jumps off of me with more enthusiasm than I thought possible at this stage in her pregnancy.
“Be right back,” she says, walking into the bathroom.
“What?” I say as I get up and follow her. She usually likes to cuddle after sex, so this is definitely weird.
“I need to take a shower.”
“Why do you need to take a shower right this second?”
“I want to be ready when the baby comes.”
“It could still be two weeks.”
“No, I think it will happen either today or tomorrow,” she says, turning the shower on and getting into it.
“You can’t know that,” I say, wondering for the first time if we are ready. We may have everything the baby will need but are we ready to be parents? Okay, Tatum definitely is, but am I? Can I handle being a father?
“Oh, I am pretty sure my water just broke.” She starts washing her hair. Whether I can handle it or not is irrelevant at this point. It’s happening and happening soon. I have no choice but to be the man she needs me to be.