His hands follow where his eyes linger, slow and reverent, as if memorizing me all over again. And when he angles closer, pressing a kiss to my stomach, I fall a little more in love with him.
“So fucking pretty,” he says under his breath as he joins me on the bed, sliding in behind me. Since this isn’t our first rodeo with pregnancy, we’re already familiar with all the best positions, and me on my side with Dominic’s chest to my back, is one of my favorites. He lifts my thigh to line up at my entrance and my breath hitches, waiting for the moment of relief when he’s finallyinside me.
He enters me slowly, as if he’s savoring every second. Once he’s filled me to the hilt, I moan, tossing my head back into the crook of his neck.
“Feel good, Ellie girl?”
“So good,” I admit.
His hands travel over me as he pushes his cock in and out, his breath hot on my ear, one hand squeezing my breast the other cradling my stomach before sliding further down and rubbing right where I need him. I feel consumed when we fuck like this, and it’s such an addictive feeling it’s no wonder I’ve been pregnant for almost half our marriage. I can never get my fill of him.
“God, I love your pussy,” he says in grunt. “So desperate for my cock, gripping me like a vise.”
His words are my undoing, so filthy, they unravel me completely. I come with a vengeance, screaming his name as I do.
He follows right behind me, moaning into the back of my neck.
Afterward, the house is still quiet and we take advantage of the alone time, cuddling until one of the girls will no doubt burst through the front door any minute now.
I curl around him as he soothingly rubs my lower back. I trail light kisses on his bare chest, right over his heart, where he has our girls’ names tattooed. I kiss each one, already envisioning the day he adds baby boy’s name.
We’re still deciding on a name. My vote is Raúl, in honor of his dad. Dominic would rather give him an original name and make his middle name Raúl. We’ll see who wins the battle.
“Our son in there giving you any trouble?” he asks, kneading at the ache around my tailbone.
I sigh, shifting so he can reach more of me. “He’s just like his daddy, always wants my attention.” I let out anappreciativemoan when he rubs just the right spot. “Unfortunately, he likes kicking my ribs so I know he’s there.”
“That’s my boy,” he says with pride. “Probably going to be an athlete with all the moving he’s doing.” His hand moves in slow, careful motions, and already the dull pain eases.
I thread my fingers through his hair, letting my nails scrape gently against his scalp. “You gonna survive a house full of girls and one very spoiled baby boy?”
Dominic’s expression turns serious for a moment. “I don’t know. Might be tough. The girls have already got me wrapped around their fingers.” Then, he smirks. “But baby boy? He’ll have you wrapped around his whole damn fist. Us Alvarez men have a way with the ladies.” He waggles his brows at me and I laugh, rolling my eyes.
“And who are these so-called ladies?” I ask, feigning jealousy.
His hand cups the side of my face, thumb sweeping over my cheekbone. “Only you, Ellie girl. It’s always only been you.”
He pulls me against him tighter and I sink into his hold, molding myself to him. We rarely have the opportunity for a middle of the day quickie and some naked cuddling. I didn’t realize how badly I needed this.
“We’re going to be okay, you know that, right?” Dominic whispers.
I angle my head to meet his gaze. “What do you mean?”
“The baby. I know you’re worried things will be different this time.”
I hadn’t voiced my worries, but I’m not surprised he picked up on them. He knows me better than I know myself.
“What if I’m too old? Too tired?”
He lets out a soft chuckle. “Ellie girl, you’re not old. And yeah, we’re gonna be fucking tired—but I got you. We’re a team.”
His thumb sweeps gently over my cheekbone.
“Sometimes, in those first few seconds after I wake up, I forget,” he says quietly. “I forget that I got you back, that we built this beautiful life together. For a moment, I think I’m back in L.A.. Alone. But then I feel you against me, or I hear the girls, and I remember.
“I’ve loved you my whole life, but loving you as my wife, as the mother of our kids—carrying our son—that’s my greatest privilege. I’m scared too. But I’m also excited. He’s already the luckiest kid, having you as his mom.
“The way you go to battle for our girls, the way you protect them—I just know he’s going to be so loved and cared for by us and by his sisters. We’re going to be okay. We’ll be tired as hell, but we’ll be happy.”
