Chapter 25 #3
She gasps loudly and pushes me off. “I am not shitting myself! Why would you even say that?! I’ve been hyping myself up all day over this, and now you’re telling me I might toot?” I throw my head back and laugh at her choice of word. Who the hell even says toot?! “This isn’t funny, Greyson!”
“You’re right. I’m sorry, baby.” I clear my throat and take her into my arms, even though she protests by shoving against my chest very weakly.
“It is something that can happen, but we’ll clean you up and prepare you as best as we can to avoid that scenario.
But if ever it does, it’s really no big deal.
You have nothing to worry or be embarrassed about. ”
She looks at my chest and pouts. “That’s easy for you to say.”
“I promise it will be fine.” I drag my hands down to her thighs and lift her off the ground, placing them around my hips.
“Now give me those pouty lips. I want to make out with my irresistibly gorgeous and inappropriate girlfriend before we hop in the shower. Then I’m gonna give you a nice massage to relax that exquisite body of yours before I brutalize it. ”
She presses her lips against mine as she giggles. “You sure know how to charm a woman.”
I walk us over to the bed, dropping her down and falling above her. Her hand comes to my hair as she crashes her mouth back to mine. I love kissing this woman. I could kiss her for hours and never get enough.
My erection presses hard against her core as we both rock together. “Wolf,” she moans when I bring my lips down to her neck, licking, sucking, and nibbling the soft skin.
I move up, kissing her lips, then pull back slightly, looking into her vivid eyes that speak the truth. I know she feels this, too. I see it every time she looks at me. I want her to know exactly how I feel, I need her to know.
I cup the side of her face, gently caressing her cheek with my thumb. “Bunny.”
She doesn’t say anything, simply looks deep into my eyes. Waiting. I feel her pulse picking up beneath my fingers that rest along her neck, her heart beating faster against my chest.
“I lo—” I start, but I’m quickly interrupted by a loud ringer before I get to finish.
“Oh God, that’s Morgan!” She shoves me aside and jumps off the bed, running over to her purse to retrieve her phone. “Why would she be calling so late? It’s almost midnight! Something must be wrong.” Jesus, she wasn’t joking about the mother hen comment two days ago.
“I’m sure it’s nothing too serious.”
She ignores my comment and answers the video call quickly. “Morg? What’s wrong? Is Gracie okay?” She’s panicking now.
I come up behind her, looking down at the screen to find a smiling Morgan with a little girl who looks pretty exhausted in her arms.
“Everything is fine, you don’t need to worry.
This little one is just having a hard time falling into a deep sleep.
I thought maybe if she saw you guys for a few minutes, it would help settle her down.
” Morgan angles the camera so that Gracie can see us better. “Look, princess. It’s Mommy and Daddy.”
Em’s body stiffens for a second at the name, and I notice her eyes slightly widening before she corrects herself. It’s not the first time someone has referred to Emma as Gracie’s mom, and I’m pretty sure Gracie has said “Mama” a few times already while crying and reaching up for her.
Bunny never corrects them, but she does always have that same reaction. It’s as if she wants to accept it but doesn’t know how I’ll feel about it. Like she’s afraid I might get mad if she accepts the title.
I think it’s time I let her know where I want her to stand in my daughter’s life. She deserves the title more than most.
“Hi, baby. Are you having trouble sleeping? I miss you so much, my Little Tulip. We’ll be home soon, okay?
You just need to spend a little more time with Aunty Morgan and Uncle Clay.
And when Daddy and I get home, we’ll spend all day with you, and you’ll even get to sleep in our bed with us. How does that sound?”
Gracie giggles and smiles up at Em like she always does. My daughter truly loves her.
“Yeah? You like that idea? I do too. Although Daddy doesn’t seem too pleased.
But I’ll deal with him. Don’t you worry, Little Tulip,” she adds with a smile when she notices my frown at the fact that Gracie will be spending tomorrow night with us.
Which means no sex. “Now, how about you go back to sleep and show Aunty Morg how much of a big girl you are? I love you, baby.”
“Goodnight, Buttercup. We’ll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams,” I add in before my baby girl is lifted out of Morgan’s arms by Clay and taken away.
“Morg, go into our room, there’s a laundry bin in the bathroom.
Take one of my shirts and one of Grey’s and put them in her crib with her.
Our smell will reassure her. It’s what I do whenever she gets fussy while the boys are away.
It works every time. And call us if there’s anything, no matter the time,” Em instructs her.
Morgan smiles tenderly. “Okay, Mama Bear. I promise. Now Greyson, help her relax. She looks like she’s about to pack her bags and drive home,” she says, giggling. “Have fun, you two.” Then she blows us a kiss and hangs up.
Emma nibbles her lip as she puts her phone down. “I’m worried, Greyson…”
I turn her toward me and wrap my arms around her shoulders, laying her head in the crook of my neck. “I know, Bunny. But she’ll be fine. And if ever Morgan calls again during the night, we’ll head home. Okay?” What I wouldn’t do for my girls.
“Okay,” she says back in a small voice, but I can feel the anxiety running through her body.
“How about I take your mind off that and make you feel good instead?” I fist her hair and pull her head back as far as it will go. Then I lick my way up her neck, repeating my movements with kisses and licks until her body loosens in my arms and she moans, begging me for more.
“Yes. Please, Greyson. I want you.”