Chapter 26
Chapter
Twenty-Six
SKULL
Seven months later
Scotland
Ibounce Arran on my shoulder as his Ma struggles to get a breast out of her wedding dress.
“Shhh, I promise you aren’t starving,” I grin down at our son.
He looks exactly like his Ma, and I’m grateful every bloody day for her strong genetics.
“Hand him here. I’m full and ready to burst.” I watch, mystified, as she brings him to her breast, and he latches on.
It’s got to be one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen in my life.
Ivy sighs happily as she feeds our son, and I drink in the entire scene. Her, sitting in my family home, wearing my ring, and everything just feels right with the world.
I’ve officially abdicated my titles and lands to my brother, who declined them and instead will act as steward until Arran is ready to claim them. The club officers all came for the ceremony, along with a few from the original chapter.
“The ceremony is over. Would it be horrible if we snuck away?” I can tell from the look in her eyes that she’s up to something.
“Mrs. Blair, you may have anything you want.” She switches the baby to her other breast, and I chuckle at his happy, sleepy, milk-drunk face.
“He’s so chunky.” She plays with his leg rolls, and I huff.
“Those are going to be nice strong Scottish legs one day. Perfect for kilt-wearing and rugby playing.” Ivy laughs and nods.
“You hear that, Arran? Your Daddy has your whole life planned.” I roll my eyes and take him over my shoulder to burp him while she fixes her dress.
“It’s the least he can do after peeing all over my chest this morning.” My wife pats my arm in mock sympathy.
“That’ll teach you to walk around this castle showing the entire staff your bare chest.” My eyes widen at her.
“Are ya jealous, Hen?” I kiss her just as Arran lets out a manly blech and a fart that could clear a funeral home.
“Christ, boy.” He sleeps with a grin on his face as we walk down our private corridor.
“Can you change him and put him in the nursery? I have a surprise for you.” I waggle my eyebrows at her.
“So do I, wife. It’s been six weeks, and this is our honeymoon.” Her laughter grows quieter as she rounds the corner to our room.
“Alright, little man. I’m going to go do things to your Ma that we’ll discuss when ya older. But maybe if we’re lucky, you’ll have a sibling or two to play with in a few months. Wish me luck.” I clean him up and place him in the crib with a kiss on his forehead.
I steal one last glance at the nursery before going in search of Ivy.
Our room is candle-lit, and soft music is playing. The instrumental mix is familiar, but I can’t place it. The more I try, the further the memory floats away.
“Recognize it?” Ivy says from my left, and I nod.
“Yes, but from where?” I look at her, and my jaw drops.
“Wow,” she’s wearing a sexy white dance number that hugs all her new curves.
“I know I look different in it now, and I’m terrified I won’t be able to dance after so long.” I raise my hand to stop her.
“Oh, lass, you’ll dance again. I will love you through your darkest night and twirl you around in the dawn light. You’ll never need to be afraid while with me.” She sighs in relief and hugs me.
“Thank you for letting me be me.” I kiss her forehead and then pat her ass.
“Dance for me, Hen.” I nod at her to start when she’s ready and sit on the couch to enjoy the show.
She starts a different track, and this one is new. It has vocals, but I can’t pay attention to them once she starts to move. One of the many advantages of owning a castle is the floor space. She has all the room she needs to kick, swing, and twirl in a way that makes me want to worship at her feet.
She was so graceful and magical that I wonder how I was so fucking lucky to meet her.
When the music ends, she somehow manages to land right in my lap. Her chest rises and falls as she tries to catch her breath, but all I want to do is make her breathless for other reasons.
“That was magnificent.” I kiss her slowly, but she straddles my hips and takes the kiss up ten notches.
“Fuck me, Milton.” Maybe her breathing was from arousal and not over-exertion.
Either way, I would be a bloody fool to turn that down.
I pull at her outfit, trying not to tear it because I really want to see her in it again. But she pushes my hands away and pulls the crotch to one side, then sits on my cock, which is ready under my kilt.
“Gods, I fucking love these things,” she says as she struggles to take me.
“Easy, Hen. It’s your first time since the bairn.” I rub her clit, and she softens to the intrusion.
We work together and soon end up in bed moaning each other’s names in the wee hours of the morning.
When Arran woke to eat again, I fetch him and sit behind Ivy to support her while she nurses him. I play with his little curls as he sucks away with wondering eyes.
“I want three more just like him.” She laughs at my words.
“Three? No, two.” I roll my eyes and kiss her neck.
“Four it is. It’s only fair, after all.” She glares at me over her shoulder.
“Fair, how?” I smile at her.
“For the months you kept me waiting when we first met.” Her jaw drops, and I nod.
“So I have to give you four kids?” I laugh at her face.
“Yup, and I’ll give you endless orgasms and nights just like this.” Her cheeks grow pink, and she looks down at our son.
“Deal.”