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“Hmm,” she hums and my cock starts to stir at the sound.
Mabel still works at Snips, though she recently switched her hours to part time. I ended up starting my own website design company and I’ve already got quite a few clients. Turns out that all of those hours that I spent alone, reading and playing around on the computer, really paid off.
I’ve been getting more and more clients as the months go on and I’m finally at a place where I know that I can support my family. It’s a good feeling.
“Want to go on a picnic?” Mabel whispers and I glance outside.
When I see how dark it is, I grin.
“I’d love to,” I say as she puts her scissors and tools away.
“Meet you in the bedroom,” she says with a naughty grin and I laugh as she takes off down the hallway toward our bedroom.
I swing by the kitchen first. I know my wife and she’s going to need her energy for what I have in mind for her tonight. I hurry to make a few sandwiches, grab a bag of her favorite barbeque potato chips, some water bottles, and jog down the hallway after her.
I stop once I get to the doorway and my heart thumps loudly in my chest at the sight that greets me.
“Perfection,” I tell her and she grins.
“Aw, Charming. You’re always so sweet to me.”
She stands and the little red see-through baby doll dress swishes around the tops of her thighs.
“I brought food,” I tell her, setting it all down on the dresser as she gets closer to me.
“It can wait. I’m in the mood for something else right now,” she purrs and I grin.
“Me too,” I tell her.
She squeals as I push her back toward the bed, throw her legs over my shoulders and get to work eating my most favorite meal.
“Delicious.” I grin against her damp folds and she leans up on her elbows.
“What’s that?” she asks, trying to see me over her baby bump.
“I said best picnic that I’ve ever been to in my life.”
She laughs and I grin before I dive back between her legs.
God, I love this woman.
ELEVEN
Mabel
Five Years Later…
“This is the last one. Right?” Jonah asks me, his eyes wide and filled with worry.
He gets like this every time I go into labor. I know that he hates to see me in any kind of pain or distress, and I just smile at him as I wait for the next contraction.
“We’ll see,” I say and he grips my hand tighter.
Our two other ones are at home with Uncle Ledger and Aunt Tilly watching them. They’re both excited to meet their little sister.
“Okay, another big push,” Dr. Zellen urges me, and I nod, taking a deep breath before I start to push.
I squeeze Jonah’s hand and I know that I must be hurting him but he doesn’t complain. He’s too busy telling me how amazing I am, how in awe of me he is. How I’m his hero.
