Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Tyra Ayala, I love the fuck out of you,” I respond. My mouth takes hers, nothing like the small taste of what I received when she and Von first showed up. This one is me showing her exactly what I’m going to do to her when we get home tonight.
“I love you, too. Now get out.” She backs away. I shake my head, enjoying the way her body moves, tempted to stay here and watch her the entire fucking time.
“I’ll come get you when the food’s here. In case I haven’t told you enough lately, thank you. Thank you for the amazing mother you are, the fucking outstanding woman you are, and every other thing in between.” I leave her with those parting words. Later tonight, I’ll be showing her exactly how thankful I am.
Epilogue
TYRA
One Month Later
“I guess that explains why I’m overly emotional and cry at the glimpse of you and Von doing the simplest of things,” I tell Mace, sitting on the bathroom floor with him beside me. Von is fast asleep in his bed, and while we planned for this—okay, we did nothing to stop this from happening—it’s making things very real, very fast. It was my idea not to get on birth control, feeling the need to not have our children further apart in age while also throwing caution to the wind. Now, though? There are a whole slew of things running through my mind, like how to tell Von, having four people in this tiny apartment, and the need to scale back on hours at work will no doubt come faster than ever. Because time is a thief, a lesson both Mace and I learned all too easily, coming with consequences that neither of us expected. We managed to come out on top. Any blow that comes our way now, I feel like it’s totally solvable as long as we’re in each other’s corner.
“Siren, it was only a matter of time until I knocked you up.” There’s smugness in his tone. Some things never change. Mace was freaking ecstatic the last time I took a pregnancy test. Von was completely unplanned. We were married, don’t get me wrong, but it was also the first year of our marriage. We thought the first two years of marriage would be just the two of us, traveling, enjoying one another. An oops on my part, forgetting to refill my birth control. I happened to be fertile and even told Mace in the middle of him screwing my brains out what could happen. It only spurred him on to fuck me harder. So we’ve come back full circle.
“Proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I tease him, jostling into his side. A smile takes over. The worries that I know will come can take a back seat for the moment. “A baby. I can’t believe we’re doing this again. Are you ready for the late-night feedings, diaper changes, cute smiles, the endless amount of snuggles, and all of the good that outweighs the bad?” Mace still has the pregnancy test in his hand, forearms propped on his bent knees. We’re both in comfortable clothes after working all day, him in a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else. A move Von has taken up in the last few months, forgoing a shirt and preferring to just wear athletic shorts to bed or sweats like Mace. Though, the clothing usually comes off once we’re in bed, but Von doesn’t need to know that. I’m in one of his cotton shirts, worn-in and comfortable.
“Tyra, as long as I’m with you, I’m ready for everything. We’re going to have to make a few changes along the way, but the thought that you could potentially carry a baby girl, one who I pray like hell looks like you while also being scared shitless at the same time, I’m all fucking in.” Mace tosses the pregnancy test in the trash can, getting it in one shot when it would take me fifty tries from the position we’re sitting in. Men. Athleticism comes so easily to them, it seems.
“Good, because your baby mama’s ass is falling asleep sitting this way, and our bed is calling my name.” Mace stops me from getting up, moving so fast that I have no idea how he managed to place me on his lap until I’m straddling him, hand going to the side of my neck, thumb on my pulse, and eyes locked on mine.
“You’re more than my baby mama, as you put it. You’re my woman, the mother of our children, and one day soon, you’ll be my wife again.” Our mouths meet. I’m not sure who initiates it. All I know is that those words cause a yearning to settle deep inside me to be Mace’s wife again. And believe me, after going through one wedding plus a divorce, I swore up from ten ways to Sunday that I’d never do that again. My whole tune has changed since the moment Mace walked into the restaurant, unwilling to take no for an answer, and being the man he was before our divorce.