Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
I set my computer aside, climbed out of bed, and made my way toward her to wrap my arms around her growing belly. God, she felt good as she leaned back against me, using me for support. I had my palms flat on her stomach, over where our child grew.
“You ready for me to get even bigger?”
I grinned against the side of her neck and kissed her skin. “I can’t fucking wait.”
She turned around in my arms, and I instantly cupped her cheeks, smoothing my thumbs along her flawless skin. I stared into her eyes before dipping down and dragging my lips across hers. She always tasted so sweet.
“I love you,” she whispered against my mouth.
I groaned at how good it always felt to hear her say those words. “I love you so much, Leila.” I dropped another kiss to her lips and then promptly fell to my knees, placing another kiss on her rounded belly. She speared her hands in my hair, and I closed my eyes, resting my ear against her flesh, wishing I could hear the baby’s heartbeat this way.
I lifted my gaze to look into her face, saw she was already watching me, and smiled at her.
Having her here, in the home we now called ours, watching her belly grow, and falling in love with her more every day was like a dream come true. I all but demanded she stay home, not worrying about working, especially part-time at the café.
There was no need when I could provide for her, when she could relax and worry about taking care of herself and our baby. If she wanted to go back to work later, I would support any decision she made, but right now… right now, I really wanted to just be there for her and take care of my girl.
I gave her belly one more kiss before standing and embracing her. I just couldn’t get enough. I’d never get enough of having her close.
Right now, it was just the two of us, and as perfect as that had always been, we both couldn’t wait to hold our baby, to see who he or she looked like, if the baby had a headful of dark hair, had blue eyes. I couldn’t wait to watch Leila become a mother to our baby.
God, I couldn’t wait for that.
Leila deserved the perfect life, to always be happy, and God help me, I was going to give her that tenfold.
* * *
Leila
Devon and I were in bed, the TV on the dresser across from the bed on, the volume low. I would fall asleep in a matter of minutes, no doubt. It wasn’t even like I’d done much, but being six-months pregnant meant the energy was being drained from me on a constant. But I loved it. I loved every minute of this, so thankful I got to spend it with the man I loved.
Despite his deep, even breathing, I knew he was awake. I shifted, my oversized belly in the way, and although my back hurt, my feet swollen by the end of the day, I couldn’t wait until I was even bigger, knowing this baby inside me was getting strong and healthy before I delivered him or her and we could hold our child in our arms.
Devon grunted and shifted as well so he could still have his arms around me. He was nothing if not possessive. I melted against him, loving that he always wanted me so close. After a second, I lifted my hand and smoothed my fingers over his abdomen, the ridges of his muscles contracting slightly under my palm.
“I love you,” he murmured, his voice so deep, so husky it speared right into me. And even if we just had sex not even an hour ago, I felt my body heat instantly for more.
“I love you too,” I said and rose up. I wasn’t going to let him lead the way this time. I was going to be the one to call the shots. At least for right now.
“Again?” he asked, but there was this massive grin on his face, and I felt his big cock harden between my thighs.
“I just can’t seem to get enough of you,” I purred. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, or maybe it was that Devon was hot as hell, but I just couldn’t get my fill of him.
He pushed his upper body up and kissed me, and I felt my heart flutter a bit, the sexual haze mixing with my undying love for this man.
“Mine,” he growled, and I giggled in delight, because I knew where this was going.
Epilogue Two
Devon
I thought there wasn’t anybody I could love as much as I loved Leila, but as I held our newborn daughter in my arms, as I lifted my head and looked at my sleeping wife, I realized my love for both of them encompassed all extensions of me.