Chapter 24
A week later …
Dane
“Please tell me we don’t have to get out of bed tomorrow for any reason.”
I chuckle as I climb over my wife’s fucking hot body, staying on my hands and knees to look down at her and absorb my good fortune.
She’s wearing a sexy white negligee. She insisted on buying it for the first night of our honeymoon, but it was a waste of money because it’s going to be on the floor in a few seconds.
I lower just my lips to kiss her. “We don’t have to get out of bed tomorrow for any reason.”
She eyes me skeptically. “Promise?”
“Promise.” I kiss her again before nibbling a path down to the swell of her breasts. She’s gained a few pounds since I found her.
We ended up staying a week at her dad’s. The man deserved some time getting to know his daughter again. We only spent one night in her childhood home. That was something I put my foot down about. We moved to a hotel the second night, but we stayed in town.
We got married the very next morning in the courthouse and then hid in her father’s home for two days before I called her closest friends and asked them to come to Alden’s.
It was an insane evening of catching up and tears, but at least everyone was there at once. Talking to everyone individually over time would have been exhausting for Paige.
Now, we’re about to spend ten days in our private bungalow on an island off the coast of Florida. I wanted to go somewhere farther and more exotic, but Paige insisted she didn’t have the energy to fly around the globe. This was closer, easier, and in the same time zone as Georgia. It was also available immediately.
She giggles.
Fuck, I love that sound.
“You’re not going to let me wear this sexy negligee, are you?”
“I’ve let you wear it for long enough,” I tease.
“It’s been like two minutes.”
I nuzzle between her breasts before grabbing the ribbon with my teeth and tugging. I spied on her while she put this on, so I know this ribbon holds the entire thing together.
Paige grabs my biceps and arches her chest. “Do that again.”
“What? This?” I run my nose between her breasts as the lace falls open.
“Mmm. Yes.” She shudders. She’s been so sensitive for the last few days. Now that all the stress is behind us, she’s relaxing, enjoying my touch even more than three years ago. She spreads her legs and lifts her feet to wrap them around my waist. “Why are you hovering above me? I need your body against mine.”
I glance lower and see her pussy is bare and glistening. “My wife has such a greedy cunt.”
She moans as if she’s in the throes of passion when I haven’t done anything yet. “Very greedy. Take off your shorts. Let me see that cock.”
I lift off her and remove my shorts. “Legs wide, dirty girl,” I order.
She spreads them, and I finish unlacing the front of her lingerie. It wasn’t hiding anything, but when I spread it open, I still inhale sharply. She’s so fucking sexy, even sexier when she’s needy and obedient. Her eyes are glazed with lust. Rich brown eyes that are much prettier than the weird blue ones she had the day she first stepped out of that bathroom at Edge.
Her hair is growing out. When I asked her if she would go back to brunette, she quickly agreed. Apparently, maintaining the blond was a pain in the ass and damaging her hair.
Her tits are full and calling to me, so I lower my mouth and suckle one of the buds.
Paige winces.
I release her nipple. I can’t keep from grinning. I’ve tried hard to keep this odd secret I have, but it’s time to tell her. I’m honestly stunned by how long she’s gone without realizing it herself.
“Are your breasts sore, baby?” I ask as I nip at the tip of her swollen bud.
A hiss escapes her lips. Her fingers dig into my biceps. “I guess so. Weird.”
“Want to know what else is weird, baby?” I lift my face to look down at her.
Her brows furrow. “What?”
“You haven’t had a period since we got together.”
She holds the odd frown. “Huh. You’re right. I guess all the stress…”
“Yeah, I don’t think so.” I suck her breast again to make a point. I’m a smart guy. I googled this shit the first time she winced. Paige hasn’t noticed her tits have been sore for a week. I stopped being so rough with them several days ago, but still, this hasn’t occurred to her.
“Dane…?”
“Baby, you’re pregnant.” I grin because fuck this shit. I’m over the moon about this fucking secret I’ve had for days. We’re having the weirdest role reversal in the universe. I’m the one who realized she was pregnant, and I’ve been keeping it from her for far too long, waiting for her to figure it out on her own.
She gasps, eyes going wide. “That’s crazy. I’ve probably just missed a period with all the stress.”
“Nope. I’d bet my last dollar you’re pregnant.”
“But we’ve been careful. We use condoms.”
“We didn’t that first time. Remember?”
“But you pulled out. You came on my chest,” she argues. Her face is pale.
“Pulling out is not a good form of birth control. Surely you’re aware of that, baby,” I tease.
“But…” She glances down at her body. Her hands come to her tits. “Are they bigger?”
“Yes.”
She squeezes them. “They ache.”
“Yep.” She’s adorable.
She shoves at me and pushes to sitting.
I lean back on my ankles, letting her process all of this.
“I’ve been nauseous.”
I stroke her cheek. “I know that, too, baby.”
“I thought it was nerves.”
“I did, too, for a few days until your tits got sore.” I reach up and cup one, thumbing the tip. “They’re bigger, and they’re fucking sexy.”
Paige flops back down onto her back and stares at the ceiling. “Oh God. How could I be so stupid?”
“You’re not stupid, baby.” I lean over her. “And that’s your safeword. Don’t use it so flippantly ever again.”
She groans. “We just got together.”
“And we’ll be together eight more months alone before we add a small human to our family.”
She lowers her gaze to mine. “You’re so calm about this.”
“I’ve known longer than you. Plus, I’m fucking excited.”
“You are?”
“Fuck, yes. I might have to stop saying fuck all the time in front of young ears, but my fucking hot, amazing wife is pregnant with my baby. I’m damn pleased.”
She stares for long seconds before swallowing hard. “I’m in shock.”
“We’re going to be okay, Paige. I promise. We were dealt a shitty hand, but that part of our lives is over. From now on, it’s you and me against the world. You and me and a tiny little girl with brown eyes and dark hair,” I tease.
“What if it’s a boy?”
“Poor fellow,” I joke. “Maybe he’ll look like you.”
She finally gives me a small smile. “You’re the hottest man alive. He’ll be lucky to look like you… Holy shit. We’re having a baby?”
“Yes.”
“I should take a pregnancy test.”
“I brought three of them with us.”
She starts laughing. “Of course you did.” Paige sits again, shoves off the side of the bed, and shrugs out of the scrap of white lace. “Where are they?”
I climb off the mattress, take her hand, and lead her into the bathroom. I pull one of the tests out of my toiletry bag, open it, and hand her the stick. “Pee on it.”
“We should read the directions.”
“I already did that. I’m one step ahead of you. Pee, baby.”
“Are you going to step out of the bathroom?”
“Fuck, no.” I point toward the toilet. “Pee, Paige.”
She rolls her eyes as she moves to the toilet, sits, spreads her legs, and pees on the stick.
I take it from her, set it on the counter, and turn back as she finishes wiping. I pin my woman to the wall and nuzzle her neck. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“I’m going to be the bossiest, most overbearing, annoying husband for the next eight months.”
“Why am I not shocked about that?”
I grab her chin, tip her head back, and kiss her. It’s not a slow, easy, gentle kiss. It’s deep and meaningful. It’s filled with all the love I feel for the woman I lost and then got a second chance with.
I’m pretty sure the five minutes are up before I release her lips. She’s dazed and panting. “You’re so horny for a pregnant woman.”
She glances over my shoulder. “Are we going to verify that?”
“Yes. And then I’m going to fuck you clear into tomorrow. In fact, all we’re going to do for the next ten days is fuck, eat, and sleep. Lots of sleep. How does that sound?”
“It sounds great, but you’re stalling.”
I chuckle as I turn around and snag the stick from the counter. I grin as I hold it up. “Two lines. You’re carrying my child.”
Finally, Paige smiles wide enough to melt my heart. “We’re having a baby.”
“Yes, we are.”
She’s in my arms in a flash, climbing me like a monkey. Her mouth finds mine again as I carry her back to our bed. I’m relieved my horny wife is okay with this development, and I intend to spend the next hour showing her just how much I love her, spending plenty of that time kissing her flat belly where my child is still the size of a pea.
I love them both so much it hurts, and I’ll never stop saying it.