He chuckles, and it’s the best damn sound. It’s not often Donovan laughs, if ever. “This is why you’re my wife and why you’ll always be my wife. You’re fucking fierce and the only woman I ever want as the mother of my children.”
I never imagined having a man love me so completely as my husband does, but I found him and I’m never letting him go either.
6
SCOTT & HARLOW
HARLOW
This takes place in the same time that Gunnar’s story takes place.
“God, if J doesn’t start putting his damn clothes in the laundry hamper, I’m going to cut his balls off,” Madison grumbles over the phone late Friday afternoon while I check on the cake I placed in the oven earlier.
I laugh. “You’d miss those balls.”
“I would. But seriously, how fucking hard is it to drop your dirty clothes in a hamper rather than on the damn floor?”
“You’re being extra grumbly this week. This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact J’s trying to get you pregnant again, would it?”
Madison sighs. “Possibly. The man is relentless when it comes to fucking me. And while you know I’m always up for sex, I’m exhausted. I’m not sure how I’d survive if I had two kids under two.”
“Well I’m having the opposite problem with Scott. He’s wrapped me in cotton wool. This baby isn’t due for another two months and I don’t want to go on the way we are.”
“What, you’re not getting any? At all?”
“I’m getting some, but it’s like he thinks he’s going to hurt me if he’s too rough. He did the same when I was pregnant with Aurora.”
“Jesus, these men need to get their shit together,” Madison mutters. “I’ll send a message to the universe for a raincheck on sex twice a day for me, and rough sex for you.”
I smile, thinking how lucky I am to have Madison for a sister-in-law. She helps me get through the hard days and makes the good days even better. “I love you.”
“Yeah, you will when the universe provides all that sex you want.”
The sound of the front door opening catches my attention and I glance towards the hallway where Scott will appear soon. “I’ve gotta go. Scott’s home, and I have plans.”
“God, that means J’s probably on his way home, too. If you have a moment, pray for me. Or maybe for his balls. Either way, all prayers appreciated.”
I laugh again. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Love you,” she says before ending the call.
I place my phone on the kitchen counter as my husband comes into view.
His eyes are the first thing I see. They’re trained on me in the way they always are when he comes home at the end of the day. I’ll never get enough of them on me like this.
“Hey, you,” I greet him, my lips spreading out into the kind of smile I feel down to my toes.
He comes to me, sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me close. Without uttering a word, he drops his lips to mineand wipes all the thoughts from my mind with a kiss that stirs a thousand butterflies in my stomach.
I’m breathless when we come up for air. Placing my hands to his chest, I smile as I say, “There should be more kisses like that in our life.”
Regret flashes in his eyes, something I didn’t want to put there. “It’s been a hell of a week, sweetheart.”
I nod, wishing I’d chosen my words more carefully. The club has kept Scott busier than usual this week, so it’s been lots of late nights and early mornings with little opportunity for us to connect, but I never want to make him feel bad for working hard. “I know, and I didn’t mean anything except that I’m greedy for you and can’t get enough of your kisses.”
He watches me silently for a beat, taking that in. Then, keeping his arm around me, he places his other hand on my belly. Dropping his eyes to my stomach, he says, “How is he? Giving you hell today?”
I bring my hand to rest on his, our fingers interlocking. “He’s been pretty restless today, but not too bad.” Yesterday, our son kicked so much I was concerned for my ribs. Not that I told Scott how bad it was. I didn’t want him worrying. I also didn’t want to put any more thoughts in his head of being gentle with me.
