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My eyes flutter open, and she’s looking at me with admiration and satisfaction. I can barely contain my happiness. Lennon wants to have my babies, and I want more than anything to give her that.
“I love you so much,” she whispers as we stay connected.
“I love you too, sweetheart. More than you’ll ever know.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Lennon
Hunter being able to have children is a miracle in and of itself. Not being able to expand our little family was okay, and I was completely content with it. But this changes things drastically, and I want to be the woman to carry his children, and hopefully, one day I will. It’s as if our jagged edges, the broken parts of us, have somewhat smoothed with time. Though we’re still healing, together we’re whole.
My eyes flutter open before my alarm goes off, and I feel his hardness digging into my back, which makes me grin. My body aches from where he was yesterday, but I can’t seem to get enough of him, not now, not ever. Considering Alison is sound asleep in the next room, I shimmy out of my panties and shorts and roll over. I take Hunter’s thickness in my hand and give him a few strokes, before his eyes flutter open.
“Mmm, good morning beautiful,” he hums against my lips. Moments later, I’m straddling him. His hands guide my hips, and he fucks me until I see stars. I try to keep quiet, biting my lower lip as we ride our release together. Collapsing on his chest, I let out a small laugh. “Who needs coffee in the morning when I’ve got you?”
A chuckle escapes him before I slide off him and clean up.
“Take a shower with me?” I ask with big puppy eyes, and he agrees.
Before we go to the bathroom, I check on Alison, who’s sleeping soundly. I’m not sure a freight train could wake her when she’s out. Grabbing the baby monitor, I take it with me.
Hunter’s already waiting in the shower. I step in, admiring every inch of this beautiful man. My mother once told me I was lucky to find love once and not to allow the second time to slip through my fingers. Sometimes I hate to admit it, but she was so right.
“What?” He grins at me, grabbing the soap, paying extra attention to my breasts and ass.
“I’m so grateful for you,” I admit. “I’m not sure I would’ve survived without you.”
He gives me a smile and leans forward to pull me close, then kisses me. “You would have. You’re the strongest person I know.”
I shake my head. “No. You are.”
Hunter kisses my forehead as the warm water falls over my back. I wrap my arms around him, and we stand, embracing one another like it might end tomorrow. Though I know it won’t, I don’t take anything for granted anymore, not after losing Brandon. Life really is too short.
Once Hunter lets me go, he washes my hair, massaging my scalp, and if my eyes weren’t closed, they’d roll in the back of my head. I love having him shower with me because every inch of my body gets washed, and his touch feels so damn good. Returning the favor, I run my soapy hands over his abs, paying extra attention to below the waist.
“Mmm. If you keep that up, we’re gonna get dirty all over again,” he warns, and I giggle, knowing we don’t have time.
Soon we’re stepping out of the shower, and Hunter hands me a towel. We dry off quickly, and as I’m blow-drying my hair, I hear Alison crying.
It’s crunch time so I’m not late for school. I still need to get her ready for Mrs. Locke who happily watches her while I work. She says watching Alison is the highlight of her day, and I’m so grateful for her love and support. Brandon’s parents have been a huge help and adore the baby so much.
I’m also so glad my parents have been over the moon about their granddaughter. They FaceTime me as much as possible and have encouraged me to keep posting to Instagram for baby updates. I feel so lucky that things turned out the way they did with the pregnancy and having them in Alison’s life now.
Between my parents and Brandon’s, along with my sisters and Hunter, she’s the most spoiled three-month-old I’ve ever seen, but she’s also the most loved too.
After she’s fed and we’re both dressed, I quickly check the diaper bag to make sure everything is inside along with fresh bottles of breast milk. I glance at the time and know I’m cutting it close. When I walk back into the kitchen, I see Hunter standing at the coffee pot shirtless with a grin.
“What are you doing? You’re gonna be late,” I tell him, shaking my head.
