Chapter 12
Fable
I let my hands wander, along Drew’s arms, down his chest, skimming his ridged abdomen. His stomach trembles beneath my touch and I smile, thrilled that I can still affect him this way.
It’s still hard for me to believe we’ve been together for years.
That we’re a married couple, that he’s my husband and I’m his wife and we have a sweet daughter who is everything to us.
He’s a famous football player and I guess I’m his famous wife.
My brother is starting his second year of college. He seems happy. We’re all happy.
We’re all lucky we have each other.
Drew grabs me out of nowhere and rolls me over so I’m flat on my back and he’s hovering above me.
He’s staring down at me, still the beautiful boy I first fell in love with but now he’s so much more.
He’s a man. A protective, smart, gorgeous, talented man who also happens to be the best father in the world.
And he’s looking at me at this very moment as if he’s about to devour me.
A tiny thrill rolls down my spine at the realization.
“I can’t even believe you’d think I’d find you too fat or whatever.” He rakes his gaze blatantly over my body and I feel even more naked than I already am. “You look amazing, Fable.”
“I’m still carrying an extra fifteen pounds,” I confess with a wince.
“I don’t care.” He bends down to kiss me, his mouth lingering on mine. “None of that matters.”
“Some women just bounce right back,” I start to protest but he cuts me off with his lips, silencing me with a sweetly passionate kiss. He trails his tongue across the seam of my lips and I open for him, winding my arms around him so I can run my hands down the broad width of his back.
“I don’t care about other women,” he murmurs after he breaks our kiss. “I only care about you.”
I clutch him close as he moves down my body, his hands sliding along my sides, then settling at my hips so he can grip my waist. He kisses my neck, my collarbone, my chest, and I shift beneath him, feeling restless and needy.
It really has been too long since we’ve done this.
I never want to turn into that old married couple who never have sex.
We’re too young for that sort of nonsense.
“You’re perfect just as you are,” he whispers against my belly and I giggle when his warm breath tickles me. “Never lose sight of the fact that I love you for you, Fable. That I also happen to think you’re gorgeous is just a bonus.”
God, when he says stuff like that I want to cry.
Seriously. “I’m so glad you’re home,” I whisper as he moves back up to kiss me.
He’s naked, he somehow he kicked off his underwear, and I know he’s ready.
Despite his reassurances, I’m still self-conscious and he realizes it.
He’s being very careful of me and I appreciate it so much.
“Is it okay to have sex?” he asks, his brows furrowed in concern. “I mean, I know the doctor gave her okay, but how are you feeling?”
“Honestly? I’m a little nervous.” Fine, I’m a lot nervous, but I don’t want to freak him out. “Just…go slow, okay?”
“I will.” He kisses me, his lips gentle and sweet. “I promise.”
And he does go slow, his patience for me an unspoken reassurance.
We kiss for what feels like hours, his hands sliding all over my body, touching me in all the precise places he knows I like.
He strokes me between my legs, circling my clit with his index finger until I subtly start to move against his hand, losing myself in his touch.
I come this way surprisingly quick, his mouth on mine, his fingers touching me, and I pull away from him to cry out as I arch into his hand.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs when my orgasm is over, and I reach for him, stroking his erection, marveling at how big he is, how hard.
It’s been a long time for both of us and it’s left me feeling a little disconnected from him.
I’m eager to get that connection back, to feel whole again. To feel as one with Drew.
I think he feels the same.
He enters me with tenderness, his touch light, his cock thick as he pushes inside of me.
I lie there completely still, taking him all in, breathing through his movements, and he pauses.
His arms are braced on either side of my head and he presses his forehead against mine, staring at me with that familiar, intense blue gaze. “All right?”
Nodding, I smile. “Definitely all right.”
Drew kisses me and then begins to really move.
Still keeping the pace slow but steady. I feel like I’m floating, my body engulfed in pleasure as I hold him close, his skin imprinted on mine.
I can smell him, fresh and clean from his shower, along with a mixture of faint sweat and sex.
His thrusts begin to quicken. Harder, faster, and I’m relieved I feel no pain beyond the initial discomfort of him pushing inside of me.
“I love you,” he whispers before he kisses me. A sloppy, almost desperate kiss, which tells me he’s close. “I’m gonna come, Fable.”
He reaches in between us before I can say anything, touching my clit, thrusting deep. “I-I’m close, too,” I stutter, closing my eyes against the onslaught of sensation that’s sweeping over my skin.
And then I’m coming. So is he. We’re coming together and that doesn’t happen very often but somehow, at this very moment, it is happening.
We cling to each other, our soft moans loud, our shivery bodies electric as our skin sticks together.
I’m breathing so loud I sound like I just ran a marathon, and so does he.
“Damn, that was ama—” he starts but is interrupted.
A wail sounds in the next room and I start to laugh. “Autumn has great timing.”
He pulls away from me and crawls out of bed, slipping on a pair of sweats that he’d thrown over a chair. “I’ll go get her,” he says, the look he gives me so full of unbridled emotion a shiver steals through me, making me hot. For him.
I have the best husband in the entire world.
Drew
I bring Autumn back into bed with us and she lies in between us, Fable back in her panties and a fresh T-shirt, her hair pulled into a sloppy knot on top of her head.
She looks pretty and young, much like she did when I first met her, and I have no idea why she’s so worried about her weight. I think she looks fucking amazing.
“She’s spoiled,” Fable says, tickling Autumn’s chubby belly and making her smile.
“Why do you say that?”
“We’re going to give her everything she could ever want.” Fable sighs. “She’s a lucky little girl.”
“Nothing wrong with that.” I grab Autumn’s fist, pry open her tiny, perfect fingers, and she curls them around my index finger. “Damn, this girl has a strong grip.”
“Don’t say that word,” Fable says primly. “Her ears must remain pristine.”
“Please.” I roll my eyes. “You’re taking this too far, Fable.”
“Whatever. She’s a perfect little princess who will never, ever hear one filthy word uttered from any of us. Right, sweetie?” Fable smiles down at Autumn and my chest grows tight.
My girls are everything to me. I don’t know what I did to deserve them but I’m thankful. So damn thankful that I even wrote a little something about them both last night…
“I have something to show you,” I tell Fable as I get off the bed and go to my dresser, where I stashed the piece of paper I’d scribbled on.
“What is it? A diamond ring in exchange for me giving you your daughter? Is it my push present?” she asks hopefully.
I turn to look at her, frowning. “Push present?”
“You haven’t heard of it? Yeah, pregnant women get a push present. Usually something extravagant and expensive that they feel they deserve for going through the agony that is known as labor,” she explains.
“Do you want a push present?” I’ve never heard of such a thing and it sounds bogus. Yeah, she went through the agony of labor and that shit got real there those last few minutes when she was pushing. I’d hated seeing Fable in so much pain, especially since there was nothing I could do about it.
But a push present? That’s reaching.
“No.” She laughs, the sound filling me, making my heart light. “I was just kidding, Drew.”
I’m relieved, because how the hell am I supposed to know about this stuff? I’ve never heard of a push present before.
Grabbing the folded piece of paper from my top drawer, I walk back to the bed and hold it out to her. “For you.”
She sits up, bringing Autumn with her, and takes the piece of paper from me. “What is it?”
“Read it and see,” I say.
Her fingers shaking, she releases a shuddery breath and then glances down, slowly unfolding the piece of paper and reading silently.
I hope she doesn’t think it’s dumb. I’m a little rusty with this sort of thing now. I plan on getting a tattoo of Autumn’s name on my arm or maybe my chest. If I were a real poet, I’d turn something into Autumn’s name but damn, it’s long and has crazy letters.
I’ll save that attempt for next time.
My girls
Are everything
Real to me.
Sweet and full of
Hope
My girls
Are my
Lifeline. My
Love for them
Overwhelms me
We’re lucky we have each other.
“Oh, Drew.” Her voice cracks and there are tears streaming down her cheeks. I swear I’ve seen her cry more these last nine months than in all the years we’ve been together. “I love it.”
“You don’t think it’s lame? I haven’t written one of those in a long time.”
“That you still want to write them, I…” She shakes her head, seemingly overwhelmed. “I love them. I’ve saved them all. Thank you. It’s beautiful.”
I go to her and settle on the bed beside her, then reach over and take Autumn into my arms. She tries to lift her head to look at me, doing a little bob and weave that I always find amusing, and I start to laugh, rubbing my thumb against my baby’s cheek. “I’ll attempt a poem with her name next.”
“That ought to be tough. There’s a U in her name. Two of them,” Fable points out.
“I think I’m up to the challenge.” Leaning in, I drop a tender kiss on my wife’s lips. “You ready for more?”
“More sex?” Fable asks hopefully, making me laugh. “But Autumn just woke up.”
“I wasn’t meaning more sex, though that’s definitely on the agenda.” I look at her, schooling my expression into serious mode. “I meant more babies.”
Her jaw drops open. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
I cover Autumn’s ears, scowling at my foul-mouthed wife. “Your pretty princess just heard you drop the F-bomb.”
“Drew.” She slaps my arm. “Here I am still recovering and you want to knock me up again. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I like babies. I want lots of them. Don’t you?” I drop my hands from Autumn’s ears and smooth one over her head, her dark hair so like mine. “You need a brother or sister, right, sweetheart?” I say to her.
“Yeah. She does,” Fable finally says, her voice soft, her eyes glowing. “I do want more babies. Just not right now.”
“That’s what I thought.” I kiss her again. “You need to apologize to your daughter for saying such a naughty word.”
“She’ll get over it,” Fable says, leaning her head on my shoulder. She settles her hand on my thigh and her touch burns through the thick cotton of my sweats. “I love you so much, Drew.”
“I love you too, Fable.”
She looks up at me. “Forever?”
I smile and drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. “And ever.”