Chapter 35
FIVE YEARS LATER
Nora
Kinley lowers herself onto the pool lounger next to me, her six-month bump cute as ever in her bikini and coverup. I, however, am in my eighth month and as big as a whale. I couldn’t bring myself to wear a bikini when I’m not pregnant, much less at this size.
Tuck says he loves my pregnant body and proves it to me with every pregnancy. We didn’t realize it the day he surprised me with our home and asked me to marry him, but I was pregnant with our Isabelle.
Looking across the pool, squinting from the sun sparkling off the water, I see Tuck taking turns throwing Isabelle and then Abigail into the water.
Their red heads practically glow in the bright sun.
His hard, muscled body is also sparkling in the water, and I squeeze my thighs together.
Apparently, some women get super horny when pregnant, and I’m one of them. He hasn’t complained.
Little Elliot kicks me in the lungs again, and I slide my hand over my round belly.
Because I’m so far along, it wasn’t safe to travel to Oklahoma for the Fourth of July this year, so the family came to us. All of them.
I love it when the entire family is together. When I was growing up, it was just me and Grams; it got lonely sometimes, but it would be impossible to get lonely in this crowd. There are so many children running around the pool and the yard, laughing and screaming; it sounds like pure chaos.
But it’s music to my ears.
The sun is out, and the smell of sulfur and charcoal is in the air since the bigger kids have been popping fireworks all day, and Rhys and his father, with Gray, are standing around the grill in the outdoor kitchen grilling steaks, brats and burgers.
Across the yard, Jax and Mason are setting up the fireworks display area for tonight, safely away from the house. Their boys, Beckett, Weston, and Luka, are helping in the disorganized way only little boys can.
Kinley sips her virgin margarita and sets it on the table between us in the shade of the giant umbrella Tuck put up for me to sit under. “Do you think you’ll have another after this one?”
Shrugging my shoulder, I smile when another kick stings my ribs. “I don’t know, we haven’t really talked about it. I wouldn’t mind a couple more. Since I didn’t have siblings, the idea of a big family makes me happy.”
For the first six months after we had Isabelle, Tuck refused to fall asleep near her.
Her bassinet always had to be on my side of the bed, and if she fell asleep on his chest, he wouldn’t let himself sleep until she woke up or I took her.
He was scared to death he might hurt her if he had a nightmare.
He accidentally fell asleep once after Abigail was born with her on his chest, and he nearly lost his mind, he was so mad at himself. He went to his gym in the basement and stayed there for hours.
Now, if either of them comes to our bed at night, his rule is that they have to sleep on the other side of me. Away from him.
I think he’s being overly cautious. In the past five years, he’s only had a handful of nightmares. But that’s part of what makes him so great.
He’s the best father I could ask for. To other people, he seems like a grumpy asshole, but to me and the girls, he’s affectionate, protective, and giving.
Kinley laughs. “Damn, girl. This is it for me, I’m finally getting my girl, and I’m going to get my tubes tied.
I’m too old to have anymore babies anyway.
Did I tell you my obstetrician called all my pregnancies geriatric pregnancies?
Just because I was past thirty-five. Bitch.
” Her nose wrinkles, and she squints her eyes; she looks like a high school girl when she does that.
“I’ll bet Rhys is excited about having a girl.”
“Oh! He’s over the moon. Since we bought the new house and his dad moved in with us, they’ve painted the nursery pink, and set up princess furniture. I’ve started painting a mural on one wall. I’m pretty sure she’s going to be spoiled out of her mind.”
Grabbing the sunscreen, I rub more onto my lower legs and feet, which are exposed to the sun. “Since Rhys named Sawyer and Finn from classic literature, I’ve been wondering what girl name he’s suggested?”
She rolls her eyes with a laugh. “He likes Estella from Great Expectations. If anyone would have told me I would marry a book nerd when I grew up, I would have told them they were lying.” She sighs and shrugs her shoulder.
“But I like that he picks characters from books, with a little help from his father.”
“You’re not the only one who married a book nerd.” Tuck leans over the back of my chair and kisses the top of my head, sprinkling water on me from his hair. I didn’t even see him get out of the pool, and I look for the girls. Izzy is on her floaty next to Marley, and Lainey Rai is holding Abby.
“How’s my boy?” Tuck says and sets his large palm over my belly. Elliot swiftly kicks him. “That’s my boy.”
“He’s active today, and my ribs are getting the brunt of it.” He slides his hand around the span of my belly, letting his thumb brush against the underside of my breasts, making me squeeze my thighs together again.
Tuck sees it. “I’m going in the house to grab some more beers, you need anything?”
“I’ll go with you; I need to pee.” I say and grab his outstretched hand so he can help me get up.
With his slight limp, which is so much better than it was, and my waddle, we probably look like quite the pair walking side by side into the house.
We bypass the kitchen and go to the guest bathroom downstairs and lock the door.
He immediately pushes my coverup off my shoulders and pulls the straps of my bathing suit down to expose my engorged breasts.
“Fuck, I’ve been staring at these in this bathing suit all day.
” He leans me against the vanity and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, pulling on some of the breast milk, as he pushes my suit down my legs.
My breasts haven’t been dry since before I was pregnant with Izzy. Breastfeeding and having a baby every couple of years keep me pretty full, so Tuck has developed a bit of a fetish.
The sensation sends sparks right to my core, and I lean back, setting my palms on the vanity. It doesn’t take much to get me going, so when his fingers slide up my inner thigh and into my wetness, he groans and I moan.
He lets go of that nipple and moves to the other as he inserts a finger in me while pressing my clit with his thumb.
“Fuck, come here, sugar.” He takes his fingers out of me and gently pulls my arm to turn me around, keeping his hand on my hip to make sure I don’t lose my balance, and sets my palms on the counter.
Pushing his trunks down, his cock springs out hard and heavy, then he does something that has become one of the best parts of sex while pregnant, for me anyway. He places his palm on the underside of my belly and lifts; it’s like taking ten pounds off my back, making me moan again.
“Ohhh, yeeeeah, as long as you hold that up, you can do whatever you want to me.” I groan and let my head fall forward.
He leans forward, his cock bumping my thigh, and his back is flush against mine. His breath is hot against my ear. “I love your body like this; it makes me rock fucking hard knowing part of me is growing in you.”
In the next breath, he is pushing inside me, and every nerve ending in my body lights up. Opening my eyes, I look at him in the mirror. “Ohh, so good.”
His other hand loops over my shoulder before he pulls out and rams back into me, starting a steady rhythm. His cock head is sliding over my g-spot and I can feel my orgasm building fast with each thrust. It never takes long.
“Fuck me, I love it when you squeeze me like that, sugar. Come on my cock.”
His dirty talk always pushes me over the edge and I see stars. Another cool thing about pregnancy is that my orgasms are bigger, which makes me love being pregnant even more.
A guttural growl rattles in his chest, and I feel his warmth spreading inside me. He folds over my back, his hand still holding my belly up, and wraps his other arm across my front from shoulder to shoulder.
With a satisfied sigh, I look at him in the mirror. “You think you can keep up with me if you keep putting babies in me?”
He kisses my neck under my ear, his whiskers scratching my skin. “Sugar, I’ll be bending you over counters when we’re old and gray.”
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