“Congratulations you two,” the doctor says, before printing out the sonogram pictures. She cleans the jelly off my stomach and gives us privacy so that I can dress.
I dress quickly. I need to get back to the coffee shop todecorate it for Halloween. Tonight, a costume party is being held at our New York location in honor of our growing family. Everyone has been texting me all day placing their votes on the gender.
Diego lowers himself to one knee, placing my Uggs back on my feet. His hand slides up my calf as he rises. He leans over me, sliding those hands over my thighs before grabbing my waist. Soft lips connect with mine as my hands come up to tangle in his hair.
Pregnancy hormones have made me extremely horny. It doesn’t matter where we are, the need for my husband has been amplified—as impossible as that sounds. I tug him to me, opening my mouth and granting his tongue access to tangle with mine. He moans, setting me off. My hands slide under his t-shirt and over his delicious abs.
He places his hands over mine, stopping me. “As much as I’d love to take advantage of these stirrups right now,Mariposita, we need to get moving. Our family is just as eager to know the gender as we are. Plus, I’d like to speak with your photographer about adding some new pictures to my book. You’d look incredible with flour all over you and your belly swollen with our child.”
I pout, removing my hands, knowing he’s right. My staff and I have a lot to prepare for tonight. I still need to bake those pumpkin scones.
“Maybe later?” I ask hopefully.
He smirks, gripping my head between his hands and kissing me briefly.
“Definitely later. That’s a promise,” he vows, helping me off the table and handing me the sonogram photos.
I once questioned if it was possible to love two men at the same time. As I smile at my husband and look over at the black-and-white pictures in my hand, I can now confirm?—
You absolutely can.
The End
