Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
I knew he was going to feed it to me and he hadn’t snatched it for himself. The man is always making sure I am well feed. He thinks I’m eating for an army. If he has his way we’ll end up having an army of our own soon. Which we will cause I’m not fighting him on it. I oddly enjoy being pregnant. It’s funny how I was once so scared of being in a relationship. That I thought it would slow me down or take something from me. I was so wrong. It is a whole new world when you have the other half of your soul to enjoy it with. Someone to help you with your battles. To always be at your side.
“You nap wasn't long enough.”
I snort at his comment. I think I was down for three hours. It might have been four. I can nap like a champ. More so on the heels of my husband sending me into orgasmic bliss until I crash.
“Maybe my husband didn't wear me out,” I sass before I take another bite of the cupcake. I’m poking him. I can’t help myself. I think he likes when he gets to be all possessive. It’s in his blood. That predator always lurking inside of him.
“Your husband doesn't like you trying to give other men your cupcakes.” He gives me a look I know sends others running. I just lean over and brush my mouth against his, wiping the look right off his face.
“They’re MJ’s,” I correct. I’m sure he already knows that. Or else the treats would have never made it to the kitchen. The man knows everything. It would be creepy if it wasn't so cool.
“Take the last bite, dollface.” I do as I told because I know I’m in for it after my comment about him not wearing me out. I am counting on it. I only came looking for my husband to pull him back into bed with me. I want a snuggled-up afternoon with reality tv. MJ has gotten me addicted to it.
He lifts me into his arms. I reach for a plate of cupcakes to take with us. “Bedroom or theatre room?” he asks.
“Theatre room,” I tell him. There’s a popcorn machine and I know I am going to want some after I kill that plate of cupcakes. Not only that, but most of the room is like a giant bed. It is going to be a perfect Sunday. Every Sunday has been since he stole me away. I also know everyone will always be that way. I have no fears when it comes to Aaron. This man loves every part of me. We were made for each other. There is a balance to us that works.
My husband might have stolen me but he knew what I needed and he did it. He didn't just steal me that day but he stole my heart. Everything that was mine is now his. If this is what it means to be stolen then I never want to be found.
Epilogue
Aaron
Six Years Later
I can feel my wife’s smile against my neck as she rests her head on me. Everyone is at our place this weekend for a barbecue. The sounds of the kids’ laughter while they play fills the air. As usual, Cullen is poking Maddox to get him worked up over something. My girl strokes whatever fire Cullen started with a few small side comments, then hides her face in my neck acting all innocent. Then she wonders where our little girl gets it. We both know exactly who our little princess takes after. She is the spitting image of her mama.
I move my hand over Savannah’s small baby bump. This will be our third baby. I have no idea if she’ll want more but I’ll give her as many as she wants. She makes pregnancy look like a walk in the park. I think I get more worked up in the delivery room than she does. She kisses my neck. This life with her never gets old. I always knew that it would be this way. With each year that passes our love grows stronger.
“Love you,” she says against my skin.
“Love you too, dollface,” I tell her. More than anything in this world. When I first saw Savannah, I immediately began taking steps to build a life with her. She may not have actively participated in the building the first year but I knew in my heart it would all lead to what we have now. You couldn't dream up something this sweet. Even though those Castile brothers are a huge pain in my ass, I’ve grown to love the entire family. They always want what’s best for Savannah. Now that extends to me as well. They made me understand what family was.