“I’m going to take such good care of you and our baby,” I tell her.
“I know you will…oh god…”
With my hands on her hips, I control her movements. Slow. Deep. Letting her know exactly what’s on my mind.
“I can’t wait to show you…”
“Wh-what, Finn?”
“…my idea for a crib…”
“…my sweet man…”
“…and the nursery…”
I reach down between our bodies and find her clit, rubbing it with my thumb as she moves on me.
“…yes…”
“…and I want you to rest…don’t work so hard…hire a manager…and that’s an order…”
“Yes, Finn.”
“I want you healthy and I want to see you putting your feet up.”
“Okay…”
“Taking naps.”
“Yes…”
“Eating all the damn ice cream and oreos and whatever you want.”
Skylar’s release rolls through her and she shouts my name. I don’t know if it was me or the mention of junk food, but I’ll take it. Whatever she needs to make her writhe and wriggle.
“I love you, Captain.”
“I love you, too, Strawberry. So damn much.”
And I always will love her, our little family, and our great little life we’ve built together. Nothing is ever going to change that.
THE END
