Epilogue
Dallas
I slid the key into the lock of our townhouse in Boston, opening the door quietly.
It was much later than I wanted to be home.
My work habits had changed drastically in the last year.
In a week, Audrey and I would be driving up to Haven’s Bay to spend our first Christmas together since we'd gotten married. In the year since last Christmas, Audrey had spent a few months in New York City before finally moving to Boston. I’d hated every day we’d been apart, but we’d spent weekends together.
She’d accepted a position here in Boston working for the Environmental Protection Agency.
She’d insisted on waiting until she had a position she wanted before she moved.
I’d offered to relocate, but she preferred Boston because we could easily drive to Maine on weekends.
It was only eight o'clock, but for me, this was late. Since she'd moved here, I tried to be home by six every evening.
“Audrey,” I called.
“In here,” she called back.
Just the sound of her voice made me happy.
I toed off my shoes, shrugged off my jacket and walked into the kitchen.
It smelled divine. I had no idea what she was making, but she’d spoiled me rotten with her cooking ever since she moved in.
We’d married last summer in a simple ceremony.
She hadn't wanted to plan an elaborate wedding, telling me she'd already had enough of that with her first engagement. Audrey’s parents, Thea, Noah and Ian had been our witnesses and then we had a dinner party the following day up in Haven’s Bay.
Audrey spun to face me. Her hair was up in a messy knot, tendrils framing her face, and her skin was flushed. She had flour all over her shirt. No matter how much she loved cooking, she never wore an apron, which I found endlessly amusing. I stepped to her side and tugged her close.
She giggled. “I'm getting flour all over you.”
“I don't care. Missed you today,” I murmured, dipping my head to kiss the side of her neck.
I closed my eyes and breathed in the scent of her—honey with a hint of vanilla.
I sighed at the feel of her soft body coming against mine.
One small thing kept her a little further away.
She was six months pregnant, and it showed.
“How are you feeling?” I asked sliding my hand over the curve of her belly.
“I feel fine every day. You worry too much,” she said with a low laugh.
She’d declared the other day she was putting a restriction on how often I could ask how she was feeling.
I couldn't help it. I couldn’t have known I’d love her being pregnant so much.
We didn't know whether it was a boy or girl and had agreed we’d wait to find out.
We wanted the surprise. My heart clenched every time I looked at her.
My life felt so full, I didn't quite know what to do with it sometimes.
I absolutely adored her pregnant. With her full breasts and her round belly—I had no shame, I got hard just thinking about her.
For example, right now. She glanced up when my hard cock bumped against her hip.
“You are too much. I'm finishing cooking before we do anything else,” she announced with a roll of her eyes as she pushed against me.
But I saw the heat flashing there.
“I don't think so,” I said, pulling her back and dropping kisses down along her neck.
In short order, I dragged her down the hall into our bedroom.
I was spooned behind her, buried deep inside her.
I felt her shuddering, her channel clenching around me as my release poured into her.
We laid there, my hand resting over the curve of her belly, cupping one of her breasts.
I thought I could die happy right there.
Except I wanted more—of her and everything that came with her.
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