FOREVER THE HIGHLANDS BONUS SCENE
EILIDH
Two Years Later
“Are you enjoying staying with Granny Regan?” I asked Millie via video call on my phone. Fyfe stood behind me, arms casually wrapped around my waist, his chin on my shoulder.
Millie stood between my mother’s thighs, resting her back against Mum’s chest as Mum kneeled. Our daughter’s dark blue eyes had lightened in the last few years and with her dark hair (currently tied into two high adorable pigtails), people often remarked that she could be my biological daughter. Millie’s lips pursed before she responded, “Aye.” But she leaned into the phone, trying to grab it from my mother’s hand. “Mummy, when you comin’ home?”
An ache scored across my chest, and Fyfe’s embrace tightened. “Just a wee bit longer, my love.”
Frowning with all the beleaguered impatience of a forty-year-old at my vague response, her gaze moved to Fyfe. “Daddy, when you comin’ home?”
I felt the vibration of his amusement as he tried to stifle his laughter. “One more week, wee yin. That’ll fly in. Especially because Granny Regan has lots of fun things planned.”
Millie tilted her head to look up at Mum. “Aye?”
Mum smiled, affectionately smoothing back the loose strands of Millie’s hair with her free hand. “Zoo tomorrow. We’re going on a road trip to see the tigers.” Mills was obsessed with tigers.
Her sweet face lit up. “Tigers?”
Mum grinned. “And lots of other cool animals.”
Millie’s head whipped back to me. “Are you comin’ with us?”
Ugh, this killed me.
I didn’t realize being away from her would be so difficult.
The tears brightening my eyes reminded me there was something else at play that made me so emotional about our temporary separation.
Fyfe, sensing my fight to not cry in front of our toddler, explained, “It’s just a fun trip for you and Granny Regan.”
“And you,” she insisted stubbornly, jutting out her chin.
“Not this time, wee yin.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re on a special mummy and daddy trip.”
“Why?”
Fyfe cleared the laughter from his throat. Millie’s favorite word right now was ‘why?’. “Because Mummy and Daddy got married this year and our trip is to celebrate that.”
Technically, we were married two months ago. But our schedules hadn’t aligned until now. It was a late honeymoon.
“Why?”
Mum laughed. “We could be here all day with the whys. Say bye bye to Mum and Dad.”
“We’ll check in to see how the zoo trip goes,” I hurried to say. “Bye bye, my love. Have an amazing time with the tigers.”
“Bye, wee yin. Love you.”
A mulish expression clouded our daughter’s face and I knew if she didn’t say goodbye, I’d start sobbing.
“Say bye, Millie.” Mum waved at us. “You’ll see Mum and Dad soon.”
Thankfully, Millie waved. “Bye.”
Mum switched off the video before I could draw out the torture. “Well, that was rude,” I huffed.
Fyfe chuckled as I turned in his arms. “If your mum didn’t do that, Millie would have just gotten upset again.”
“Don’t remind me.” I pulled from his embrace, sniffling as I tried to hold back tears.
“Eilidh.”
I glanced back at him.
We stood in a luxurious hotel suite in a five-star hotel on the banks of Lake Como in Italy. When Fyfe asked where I wanted to spend our honeymoon, I’d chosen the destination based on food. We’d been in Como for three nights already and planned to leave for Venice in the morning for another few days before traveling onto Bologna for the last leg of the trip. It was our first holiday alone together.
My husband tried not to look disappointed and failed. “Our daughter is safe and happy. We’re alone for the first time since we got together… and you’re miserable.”
Remorse filled me. “No.” I crossed the room, looping my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his. “I’m not miserable. I love being alone with you.”
Fyfe’s hands rested on my hips, and he squeezed. “Something is going on. If… if you want to go home… if it’s too soon for you to be away from Millie, then we can go home early.”
Love. Immeasurable love flooded through my veins for this man. I’d been an emotional wreck for the last few weeks. Crying over the least wee thing. Fyfe assumed it was nervousness about leaving Millie and had hoped it would dissipate with time.
It wasn’t the reason at all. Okay, it was a little the reason. I’d started the process of legally adopting Millie a year ago. Her biological mother, Pamela, willingly gave up her rights. Millie’s adoption papers came through just after the wedding. I already loved Millie like she was mine, but to have it be official was the best wedding gift anyone could give me.
And perhaps that’s why I was such a jumble of mixed emotions right now.
Seeing Fyfe’s concerned (and somewhat glum) expression, I realized I couldn’t wait until the end of our honeymoon to tell him my news like I’d planned. Previously, I’d planned to tell him in Bologna on our last night.
However, I couldn’t leave him thinking for the rest of the week that I didn’t want to be on our honeymoon.
“Fyfe…” Taking hold of his hand, I guided it from my hip along my still flat stomach. “I’m eight weeks pregnant.”
His lips parted, and a little whoosh of air released from him.
We hadn’t planned to get pregnant just yet. We’d discussed waiting another year. But the universe had other plans and apparently Fyfe’s swimmers were stronger than birth control.
Swallowing hard, Fyfe’s gaze dropped to my belly as his hand moved over it. “You’re pregnant?”
“Yes.”
“We’re having a baby?”
“Yes. And my hormones are all over the place. I’m so excited and nervous and terrified and overjoyed and scared that our relationship will change because we’ll have two small children to look after and worried that Millie will think she’s being replaced.” There. I blurted out all my concerns. Everything I’d bottled up since I found out I was pregnant three weeks ago.
Fyfe tenderly cupped my face. “Millie was dropped on us like the world’s best surprise and we rose to the occasion. We took care of her and loved her and we did it all the while untangling our feelings for one another. We started our relationship as parents to a not even one-year-old baby. Having another, and this time getting to go through the entire pregnancy together, to be there from day one… it’s going to be magical, Eilidh. I’m going to love every second because I know what it’s like to be deprived of that privilege.”
Tears burned my eyes. “Fyfe…”
“And Millie could never think she’s being replaced. You love her too much.”
“I thought that, though,” I whispered. “When Mum fell pregnant with Mor… I worried she’d love her more than me.”
“She doesn’t. She loves you both. And you know that’s how you’ll be, Eilidh. Even if Millie ever has those thoughts as she grows up, you can relate to her, and she’ll believe you more than anyone: that love just doesn’t work like that.”
“I love you so much.” Tears rolled down my cheeks before I could stop them.
My husband did a valiant job of attempting to kiss every single one away. He embraced me. “I love you more than I thought I could love anyone,” he responded gruffly. “Wife. Mother of my children.”
I grinned, pulling back to look him in the eyes. “Do you want to stay in the room today?”
Heat darkened his gaze. “What did you have in mind?”
I tugged him toward the bed. “As well as being very teary with the hormones… I’m also feeling very needy.”
“Needy?” Fyfe grinned, gently easing me down on the bed.
“Extremely. I have an ever-growing list of things I’d like you to do to me while we’re free to be as loud as we want.”
“Tell me of this list,” his voice was hoarse with want before he brushed his lips across my throat. “In vivid detail.”
Shivers cascaded around my breasts and my lower belly clenched with anticipation. “Well… it all starts with a little role playing.”
His head came up, his eyebrow raised with intrigue. “Go on.”
“In this scenario…I’m playing the forbidden little sister of your best friend.”
Fyfe’s lips twitched as he caressed my breast. “Is that right?”
“Mmm.” I arched into his touch. “Totally off-limits. But one day, we’re left all alone in my bedroom…”
“And I just can’t help myself,” he continues, his hand sliding down my hip to between my legs, “Because all I can think about is your smile, your lips, the way you look at me…You make me so hard. And one day?—”
“We’re laughing and joking, play wrestling over something stupid,” my breath hitches as his hand dips beneath my shorts and underwear, “And you?—”
“Feel your sweet tits pressed to my body and lose my mind. I have to touch you, have to feel you.” His fingers find my clit and I gasp. “You’re so wet.” Fyfe watches me as my pleasure intensifies with his massage. “I forget I’m not supposed to have you. All I can think about is thrusting my cock into your tight wee pussy and coming inside you. Bare,” he growls. “Fuck, I want to see my cum all over you.”
“Yes, yes,” I gasp as my climax nears.
“Before we know it, I’m pulling your knickers down and thrusting into you. Fucking you on your bedroom floor. You love every second.”
“Yes, yes!”
“I tear at your shirt, need to see your tits.” He does just that with his free hand and I almost tip over the edge. “They’re perfect. Your nipples. I want them in my mouth. I fuck you harder. So hard. You cry out my name. I’m begging you to come around me. Anyone could hear us but we don’t care. And then you come, your tight, hot cunt squeezing around my cock until I see heaven.”
My climax hit and as I cried out, the tension inside me shattering, I was vaguely aware of my husband divesting me of my shorts and underwear before he shrugged off his own.
He was hard and throbbing as he moved over me, guiding his cock between my thighs.
“Realization dawns.” His words are gruff. “I’ve just fucked my best friend’s little sister.”
I smile, delighted he was still playing out my fantasy. “What do you do?”
“Well, I’m a horny young bloke with amazing stamina.” He smiled cockily. “So I fuck you again.” Pleasure suffused his face as he pressed inside me. “And realize it wasn’t a dream. You really do feel like heaven. And I don’t care about consequences. I don’t care as long as I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Fyfe,” I moaned his name as he pumped into me in slow, determined drives. “I love you.”
“I love you more,” he promised on a growl, eagerly watching my expression slacken with desire as the thick drag of him in and out pushed me toward orgasm again. “Mine. My wife.”
“My husband.” I slid my arms around his back, my nails scratching lightly over his skin. “Father of my baby.”
His eyes flashed with intense need, and his drives increased. “Eilidh. My Eilidh.”
“Yours,” I agreed with a gasp of pleasure, arching my hips into his thrusts.
“Mine. Yours.” He groaned. “Come. Come around my cock. Come hard. I need it. I need you.”
“I’m close,” I promised.
He slipped his hand between us, his thumb finding my clit. “Now. Come now, Eilidh.”
Perhaps it was his touch or perhaps it was the demanding purr in his voice, but I shattered. My inner muscles tugged voluptuously around him and Fyfe’s hips stuttered as he cursed, gritting his teeth seconds before I felt him throb with release. He groaned loudly, long and hard, still pumping into me as if trying to prolong his climax.
He shuddered over me, his lips against my throat as I smoothed a soothing hand over his back.
Eventually he pushed up, eyes holding mine for a second before he looked between us as he pulled out. He grunted, eyes flaring at the sight of his cum, and then shot me a wicked smile. “I hope you know we’re definitely not leaving this room today.”
“You know I’m good for it.”
Fyfe gently eased me to my feet. “Let’s take a bath.”
“Mmm, that sounds nice.” I had a fantasy or two about what we could do in a bathtub.
Pulling me into his arms, his hand drifted down to my belly again. “We’re pregnant,” he whispered.
“We are.”
“How did I get this lucky, Eilidh Moray?”
My chest ached at his question. “By being you. My beautiful husband.”
His smile was a little shy, which made it even sexier. “Happy Honeymoon, Mrs. Moray.”
“Happy forever together, Mr. Moray.”