Chapter 14
Fourteen
Six weeks later …
Hannah
“Best day ever,” I whisper as I spin around in the middle of the living room, fluffing my hair out with both hands.
Aaric smiles at me indulgently as he sets Eve’s car seat next to the couch. She’s sound asleep, so we’ll leave her snuggled in tight for now.
My amazing husband comes to me, wraps his arms around me, and kisses all over my face. “I love your haircut, honey, but I love the way it makes you light up even more.”
Today was our first trip out of the house.
We went to town, where Aaric had made an appointment for me with a beautician.
I didn’t cut it all the way off or anything drastic, but I did have the hairdresser cut and style it halfway up my back.
It feels so light. It doesn’t just take off physical weight but the emotional baggage that went with it.
No one will ever tell me how to wear my hair again. It’s my hair. I can shave it bald if I want to.
We also had lunch in town at the diner. It wasn’t elegant, but it was the first time I’ve eaten in a restaurant since I was a child.
My mother took me to that same diner for my fifth birthday.
It was just the two of us. I’m pretty sure she saved up for it and didn’t tell my father.
It was our secret. I don’t know where Rebekah was.
Probably out checking traps with Dad or fishing or something.
She was always more into the outdoors than I was, and in those days, Dad wasn’t nearly as angry and mean as he became.
Aaric stops being silly and stares at me with a grin on his face. “You look radiant.”
“I feel so good. It’s amazing what nearly two months of rest can do for a person.
You’ve made my life special in so many ways.
I’ve never eaten so well, or slept in such a comfortable bed, or had access to hot water for as many baths as I wanted, or clean clothes…
The list is long. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me and Eve. ”
“Did you forget that you’re my wife?” he jokes. “It’s my job.”
I shake my head. “Don’t even try to act like most husbands take care of their wives the way you and Adam do. Asher, too. I haven’t spent very much time with Emma, but I can tell he treats her like spun gold, even though he does grumble and scowl at everyone else.”
Aaric tips his head back and laughs. “Excellent observation.”
I shrug. “He still loves her and worships the ground she walks on.”
“He does. And I love you, sunshine.” He wraps his arms tightly around me and starts swaying as if there’s music playing.
Grinning, I tip my head back and meet my husband’s gaze.
His voice is husky when he says, “How about if we let Adam and Rebekah take Eve for the evening?”
I smile broader. “Why would we do that?” I tease. Already, my body is tingling at the suggestion. We haven’t made love yet. It seems crazy that when I say that in my head, I mean ever . I’ve never had sex with the man I’ve been married to for almost two months.
Charlene said it was perfectly safe at six weeks, but that was nearly a week ago, and still, my husband has been holding back on me. I’m starting to get a complex, so I’m glad he’s wiggling his brows at me suggestively.
“Maybe we could play Monopoly or Go Fish or something without getting interrupted,” he jokes.
The truth is, Eve is an angelic baby who rarely cries and only for a few minutes when she’s hungry or poops in her diaper. We could play an entire game of Monopoly with six players and never get interrupted.
We probably spoil her—especially Aaric. He holds her a lot.
I do, too, but not as much as him. I catch him sitting with her when he doesn’t know I’m watching.
He puts his feet on the footstool, props her up on his bent thighs, and talks to her like she’s a grown adult.
He tells her all kinds of things. Usually, his voice is too low for me to hear, but Eve listens intently, gurgling and giggling. She loves him.
I’m so blessed. Beyond measure. I have to pinch myself every morning to remind myself this is real life.
I’m married to a good man who takes care of me and our baby.
Someday, we will tell Eve that Aaric isn’t her biological father, but that’s way in the future.
She doesn’t need to know that now. It will change nothing.
There’s a knock at the door, and I narrow my gaze at Aaric. “Did you already make arrangements with my sister?”
“Yep.” He releases me, backs up, and turns to head for the door.
Shaking my head, I follow him.
Sure enough, Rebekah and Adam are waiting on the porch. Rebekah rushes in and hugs me. “Your hair looks amazing. I’m so excited that you’re going to let us babysit. I promise we’ll be model babysitters.”
I’m not at all worried about Eve’s safety, but I’ve never been apart from her, so I’m concerned about my own sanity. We need to do this, though. Aaric and I need time alone. It’s important.
In a whirlwind, my husband hands his brother a printed list of instructions and passes over our baby with a giant diaper bag. He’s so prepared. I barely say anything. All I can do is peer over the car seat to take one last look at my daughter before she leaves my sight.
Aaric shuts the door and turns to pull me into his arms again. “Nervous?”
“Mmm. Depends on what you’re referring to. Am I nervous about the fact that some people, who are not us, just left with our daughter? Yes. Am I nervous about getting amorous and making love to my husband for the first time? Also, yes.”
He chuckles. “Both are legit feelings. I’ll do my best to distract you enough that you don’t fret about Eve for a few hours. I promise to take my time and make your body hum with pleasure.”
Aaric backs me up until we’re in the bedroom. It’s the middle of the afternoon, so it’s bright out. He leaves me for a moment to shut the blinds. That’s good. After all, any of his brothers could walk by and see us naked.
The sunlight filters through the slats enough that we’re not in the dark. It’s perfect.
My husband reaches for the hem of my dress and eases it over my head.
I gasp. “Aaric… Maybe we could get under the covers or something.”
“Nope. You’re not hiding anything from me, sunshine.”
I’m self-conscious about my body. My boobs are gigantic because he milks me so often that they keep getting bigger. Totally unnecessary. I could feed three babies with my level of production. I’m seriously top-heavy. I gasp every time I look in a mirror.
On top of that, though I’ve lost most of the baby weight, my stomach is soft and wiggly. I have stretch marks. I can’t imagine what my vagina must look like. I’d rather he not find out.
About a week ago, Aaric threw out all the panties he’d bought me and replaced them with lace-and-silk bikinis. Seriously. Now my stomach is exposed, so I cover it with both hands.
There’s no way to replace my bras. I’m wearing a supportive nursing bra because it’s the only option and will be for a long time. But I’m impressed by the fact that Aaric managed to find nursing bras that are at least feminine and pretty.
Suddenly, it occurs to me that it’s almost time for Eve to eat. My boobs are heavy and tight.
Aaric grabs my hips and brings his lips to mine. “You’re so beautiful, Hannah. Every inch of you. I never saw you as a woman before you were nine months pregnant, but I can guarantee this new you is even better. You’re real.”
“I’m wrinkly. Flabby. My boobs are ridiculous, thanks to you.”
He shakes his head. “You’re perfect. Stunning. And your tits make my mouth water.” He slides his hands up my back and easily unfastens all the clasps holding my bra so that my boobs pop free and heavy in front of me.
My breath hitches. “Aaric…” His take-charge, bossy-in-the-bedroom side is all the way out, and it’s making me wet.
My man guides me toward the bed, then he lifts me onto the mattress. “Clasp your hands behind your back so I can look at you, honey.” His voice is raspy with lust. It makes my pussy throb.
I obey him, the action forcing my boobs forward.
He stands back and whips his shirt over his head before he kicks off his shoes. In nothing but sexy, low-hanging jeans, he comes back to me, kneels, and removes my sandals. His hands smooth up my legs and grip my thighs. “So beautiful,” he murmurs.
He makes me feel pretty. That’s for sure. It’s both his voice and the way his gaze roams all over my body. I’m so exposed. The only thing I’m wearing is the white lace bikini panties.
Aaric slides his palms up my sides until he’s cupping my breasts, weighing them, bouncing them a bit.
I moan when he drags his thumbs over my nipples.
“I’m going to get kinky with you, Hannah,” he warns.
I’m looking forward to it. I know he’s going to suck my milk from me. We’ve discussed this. He’s been holding back because he knew it would make both of us so horny we’d want to have sex.
When he brings his lips to one of my nipples, I arch my chest toward him. I’m so turned on. There are no words to describe it. I also can’t keep my hands behind me. I release them and grab his biceps.
After reverently kissing the tip of my engorged nipple, Aaric circles it with his tongue. “Mmm. I can’t wait to taste your milk. You’re like the perfect little hucow. Your udders are so heavy, and your teats are so big. Do you know how hard my cock gets every time I milk you?”
His words are filthy, and I love them. He’s been gradually talking dirtier and dirtier to me for weeks. We’ve reached a point where I don’t think I could have gone much longer without some action to go with his kinky words.