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“What?” she asked innocently. “I’m just saying that there is potential for her business to do wonderfully here, and that would also mean you’d both be closer, so when you have kids, I’m right around the corner to help.”
“When we have kids, you’ll be driving to Jupiter every damn weekend with or without my permission, and you know it,” Rowan replied, not at all perturbed about discussing our future family in front of his own.
We were driving home Christmas night. Even though Jill had urged us to stay, Rowan had firmly said no. When I’d tried to argue about it, he’d pulled me to the side and said, “Wanna fuck you so hard you scream tonight. Not plannin’ on doin’ that under my parent’s roof.”
“It’s not a ring,” Rowan said when he saw the look on my face. “I’m planning on gettin’ you one of those, don’t get me wrong, but I have sisters. So, I know that presenting a woman with an engagement ring on Christmas Day and calling it her present is an act of war.”
I took the box he held out to me and opened it. My shaking hands trailed over the gold necklace and the sparkling green stone in the middle. “Peridot,” Rowan explained. “Your and Ansel’s birthstone. I know that he was into crystals and things like that. Know you aren’t so much. But I figured this would be a way to carry him everywhere.”
“I’m gonna show my baby how much I fucking like the gift which is the most thoughtful, fuckin’ precious thing I’ve ever gotten,”
“You gonna let me come inside you?” I paused my riding, but only for a split second. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Gonna let me plant a baby in you, Nora?” My body reveled at the words, shuddering as my orgasm rushed toward me. “Yes,” I rasped without hesitation. “Milk my fuckin’ cock then, cupcake.”
“Didn’t think fuckin’ you could feel better,” he rasped. “But emptying my cock into you?” He shook his head. “Best feeling in the fuckin’ world.” He clasped my neck so our eyes met. “I’ll be doing that every time we fuck until we put a baby in there, and every time after.”
“But a body like that…” He leaned down to open my legs and expose my pussy. “A cunt like that.” His eyes found mine. “And you sayin’ you love me.” He took off his pants to show his cock, hard and ready. “I’m gonna have to fuck you until you pass out.” Then he did just that.
Like how she had some crazy skincare routine. With tools and stones and a lineup of products that probably cost a bomb because that was her. She liked fancy shit. Liked her routine. And I fucking loved lying in her bed, with her elegant fuckin’ sheets, hearing her bracelets clang together as she did that fuckin’ routine.
I loved that the first thing she did when she tripped over or bumped into something—she was clumsy as fuck, and although I was worried that she’d seriously hurt herself one day, that was another thing I loved—she laughed. That was her first instinct. Not to cry out in pain, even if she really was hurt. She laughed at herself. Because that was her.
And then I started my morning how I planned on starting it for the rest of my life… fucking my woman.
Granted, I only found out three days ago. But seventy-two hours was long enough to keep a secret from the man I loved more than life itself.
“I know so,” she replied firmly. “That motherfucker is so in love with you, it would sicken me... If I didn’t love you so much and want to see you living out your own little American dream. You have a real one, you know? Not the kind that looks shiny like veneers but underneath there’s really just pointed nubs of teeth. The kind with the crippling debt people take on so they can keep up the affair with the secretary, that kind of thing.”
Kip’s jaw had been stiff the entire ceremony, his posture rigid. But then he grabbed Fiona by the back of the neck and locked lips with her. At first, it seemed like she wasn’t into it. For about two seconds. Then I watched her body relax and she kissed him back. Enthusiastically.
quite sure whether I should run or give him a piece of my mind. “For everything,” he continued as I was frozen in place.
I told him that he needed a prenup when we got married. He’d responded with, “Cupcake, I’m never fuckin’ letting you go.”
But I wanted to make it special. Despite my swirling stomach, I planned on presenting Rowan with the little onesie I had hidden in our closet and dressing Maggie up in the ‘big sister’ shirt I’d gotten her. Though she’d hated it during the trial run.
“Cupcake, what’s on your mind?” Rowan asked as he put the truck in park. I could see Maggie’s face in the window beside the front door. She was waiting for us, like she always did. “You’ve been quiet the whole day,” he murmured, turning to me. “I’m pregnant,” I blurted, unable to keep it in anymore.
Rowan blinked once before he grinned. Ear to ear. “You’re carrying my baby.” I nodded. “You’re carryi...
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Before I could get out of the car, the door opened, and he pulled me out, carrying me in his arms. “Rowan!” I squealed. “Need to carry you over the threshold,” he grunted. I smiled. “That’s for brides.” “Gotta do that too. Get married.” I looked up at him. “Is that a proposal?” He walked us in the door, Maggie running around his legs in greeting. “Got a ring,” he said in answer. “Was gonna do a big thing at dinner at Carlisle’s tomorrow.” I laughed. We had both made big plans that went to shit, it seemed.
“You’ve been walking around with that in your pocket? Without a box?” I gasped, horrified as he slipped it on my finger.
“You would’ve noticed the box in my pocket.” He shrugged. “But you could’ve lost it!” I cried. “My gorgeous, perfect engagement ring.” I held it up to the light, captivated by the way it sparkled. The way it looked like an extension of my hand. “But I didn’t lose it,” Rowan argued. He grabbed my chin. “You’re really pregnant?” he was whispering now. I’d never heard Rowan actually whisper. His eyes were glassy. I nodded. “I’m really pregnant.” “Best day of my life, cupcake.” I might’ve burst into tears if he didn’t say the next thing. “And I’m gonna make it even better,” he growled, kissing me
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“First, there is nothing on this planet you can be terrible at,” he told me firmly. “Except parallel parking. You are terrible at that.”
“Cupcake, you need more appointments to check on our baby, we’ll make more appointments. If your OBGYN gets pissed, we’ll find another one.”
“I love you,” I whispered, my eyes brimming with tears. “And I love you, cupcake,” he beamed at me, leaning forward to brush his lips with mine.
Interestingly, I was the one who stayed calmest during the actual labor portion of the pregnancy. Rowan, “ran around like a chicken with his head cut off,” Fiona described later.
My labor was painful. Horrendous actually. Especially since I was the idiot who wanted to do it ‘all natural.’ It killed Rowan to see me in that much pain without him being able to do anything but sit there, feeding me ice chips, brushing hair from my face, and holding my hand. He was there, barking at doctors and nurses, kissing me, speaking tenderly.
