For a moment, I can’t breathe. Time stops. Everything stops. All I can do is stare at her, my mind trying to wrap itself around the words that are echoing in my head. A baby. We’re having a baby.
Then it hits me, like a wave crashing over me, knocking me off my feet. We’re having a baby. My arms tighten around her, pulling her as close as I can, and I let out a shaky breath, my voice rough and unsteady. “A baby? We’re...we’re going to be parents?” I bring my hand up, trembling, and rest it on her stomach, the reality of it crashing over me like an avalanche. Tears burn in my eyes, and I don’t even try to fight them. “You’re going to be a mom, Lila. You’re going to be the best damn mom.”
Lila laughs, her tears mixing with her laughter as she leans into my touch. “And you’re going to be the best daddy.” She pulls back just enough to reach behind her, grabbing something from the counter. When she holds it up between us, I feel my breath catch in my throat. It’s a tiny onesie, white with simple lettering across the front:Daddy’s Biggest Adventure.
I stare at it, my heart swelling so big I feel like it might burst. “My biggest adventure,” I whisper, my voice breaking as I look back at her, my eyes brimming with love and awe. “I never thought... I never let myself hope.”
“We did it, Holt,” she says softly, her hand covering mine where it rests on her stomach. “We’re going to raise a family here. Right here, on this mountain, just like we always dreamed.”
I can’t speak. All I can do is pull her into my arms, holding her tight, burying my face in the crook of her neck as the tears fall freely, soaking into her skin. I’ve never felt so full, so complete, and all I can do is hold on to her—my wife, my love, my everything.
After what feels like forever, I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, my thumb brushing tenderly across her cheek. “I love you, Lila,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. “You’ve given me everything. I swear, I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you and our baby know how much you mean to me.”
Her eyes shimmer, her smile soft and full of love. “I already know, Holt. We both do.”
We stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the fire crackling softly in the background, the room bathed in the warm glow of the flames. Then, without a word, I sweep her into my arms, carrying her toward the fireplace. I lay her down gently on the plush rug in front of the hearth, the warmth of the fire dancing across our skin.
Our movements are slow, deliberate, filled with reverence. I undress her carefully, my fingers trembling as they trace the curves of her body, the new life we’ve created together already growing inside her. I kiss her gently, reverently, trying to imprint this moment into my soul. I want to remember every second of it, every breath, every heartbeat.
“I’m going to love you forever,” I whisper against her lips, my voice rough with emotion. “You and our baby. Always.”
I dip my finger inside her, feeling the warmth and wetness of her arousal, and I’m immediately hit with a wave of lust so intense, it almost makes me dizzy. I bring my finger to my mouth, tasting her essence, savoring the sweetness that’s uniquely hers. Satisfaction, raw and primal, courses through me. She’s mine.
Her heart races—I can feel it even without touching her chest. I lean in, crashing my lips against hers, taking what I want. It’s a kiss filled with hunger, deep and all-consuming, making her melt against me. When I pull back, she’s gasping for air, her eyes wide and filled with need.
“Now get to work, woman,” I order, giving her a playful smack on the ass. The sharp crack of my hand against her skin sends a thrill through me. Her body jolts, but it’s the way she flushes with desire that gets to me.
“I like the idea of you barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen,” I add, my voice low and rough. I grin as I watch her try to hold back a defiant smirk.
“Oh yeah?” She takes a cleaning rag from the counter, dropping to her knees in front of me, all without breaking eye contact.Fuck, she’s perfect.
She looks up at me, a mix of challenge and submission in her eyes. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not afraid of hard work,” she shoots back, her voice dripping with playful defiance.
“Mm, I like your fire, princess. It makes my dick so fucking hard.”
She glances at the bulge in my pants, her eyes filled with a hunger that matches mine. I deliberately reach down, squeezing myself through the fabric, teasing her with a slow stroke. Her mouth parts slightly, and I know she’s fighting the urge to lick her lips.
“Something distracting you?” I ask, my voice gravelly. I lean back in the chair, keeping my hand on my thick dick, deliberately slow and teasing.
She hesitates, her eyes darting to my hand, then back to my face. For a moment, I think she might resist. But then she bends over, arching her back, her ass lifting in the air as she starts wiping the floor.Fuck.I can barely keep it together. The sightof her naked, exposed like this, doing exactly as I told her—it’s driving me crazy.
She knows I’m watching. I can tell by the way she wiggles her hips, giving me a little show. My cock twitches, already straining painfully against my pants.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I growl, my voice rough with lust. “You’re so fucking sexy bent over like that, thighs soaked and your wet pussy begging for me.” I stroke myself harder, my eyes locked on her ass as she glances back at me, a smirk playing on her lips.
She starts crawling toward me, and I swear my entire body tightens in anticipation. The teasing, the waiting—it’s too much. I want her, need her, right now. She reaches my legs and wastes no time, her hands running up my thighs. Her touch is light, teasing, and it makes my dick even hungrier for her dripping wet cunt.
I grab her waist, pulling her up into my lap, positioning her right where I want her. I can feel the heat of her soaked core against my stomach, and it’s driving me insane.
“Come sit on me,” I purr, my voice low and thick with need.
There’s no hesitation this time. She lowers herself onto me, gasping as I fill her completely. It’s a tight, perfect fit.Fuck.I throw my head back, groaning as the heat of her envelops me. My hands grip her hips, guiding her as she starts to move, each thrust sending pleasure coursing through me.
Her lips trail kisses along my neck, her tongue tracing the line of my jaw. I thrust deeper, harder, feeling the tight pull of her pussy squeezing me with every movement.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur into her ear, my voice rough and raw. “I don’t know what brought you to me, but I’m never letting you go.”
Her breath hitches, and I can feel the tension building in her body. My thumb finds her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and I know she’s close.
