Epilogue – Harper
Harper
I stepped back and looked at my paint job. “What do you think?”
Declan walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, placing his hands on my very pregnant belly. “I like it. But I think you need to stop painting, Harp. You’re about to give birth to our son.”
“I had to find the perfect shade of yellow, and this is it. It matches the crib set we got from your mother.”
He nodded. “It matches it beautifully. Now let’s clean up this mess, or we’ll be late for trivia night.”
I turned in his arms and sighed. “I don’t feel much like going to trivia night.”
Daisy jumped up and sat on the chair that was in the corner by the window. She turned a few times and laid down.
“What?” he asked, his expression one of pure surprise. “You love trivia night.”
“Yes, I do, and I think this would’ve been our night. But I’m exhausted, and I really just want to stay home and put my feet up. Maybe even talk my handsome husband into massaging them for me.”
“I bet with the right motivation, he’ll be willing to do just that.”
I grinned. “What kind of motivation?”
Declan looked up as if he was genuinely trying to think of something. “We haven’t christened the sunroom yet.”
I laughed. “As much as making love to you in the sunroom sounds awesome, I don’t think I can. I feel like a beached whale.”
“You look like a beautiful goddess.”
Rolling my eyes, I stretched up and kissed him. “You’re sweet for saying that, but I don’t feel like a goddess. I have heartburn, my feet are aching, and I really, really want Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Cherry Garcia.”
Declan nodded as he picked up the pan with the yellow paint and roller. “You’re in luck. I have just the thing for your heartburn, I can take care of those aching feet, and I have three tubs of Chocolate Cherry Garcia ready and waiting.”
“Three tubs?” I asked with glee.
“Three tubs, baby.”
“What did I ever do to deserve you?”
Declan shook his head. “I do it all for love. And maybe a bite of your ice cream.”
I gasped in mock horror. “You want some of my ice cream? I’m not sure I can agree to that.”
A wicked glint appeared in Declan’s eyes. “You remember what the doctor said about orgasms, don’t you?”
I felt my face heat. My OB had indeed said sex and orgasms could possibly induce labor. Declan had taken that as a challenge. “I do remember.”
He set the pan down, took my hand in his, and drew me to him. Kissing me along my neck and up to my ear, he whispered, “Let me fuck you with my mouth, Harper.”
My knees grew weak, and I let out a soft moan. “That does sound better than the ice cream.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
I let out a hum of pleasure—then a gasp as he kissed my neck. “There’s just one problem.”
“What’s that?” Declan asked, nipping at the lobe of my ear.
“My water just broke.”
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