He swallowed her cries as the climax slammed through her already weak and vulnerable body. He came then, his seed spilling deep inside her, his body shuddering. He held her against him, heart pounding as the climax continued as if it would never end.
“Welcome home,” she whispered when he finally released her lips.
His response was a shaky laugh, which was all he could manage under the circumstances.
For several long minutes, they remained silent, each caught up in their own thoughts.
“So, how was your day?”
“Decidedly better now,” he murmured. “Your hair smells like something I could eat.”
She laughed softly. “Sounds like you’re hungry.”
“Not really. I grabbed something at the studio.” His hand wandered over her belly possessively. “We need to come up with names.”
“I already started making a list.”
“Of course you did.” His deep voice was indulgent. “What are the options?”
“I was thinking we stick with the ‘S.’ So, Samuel Jr.”
“No,” he said firmly.
She grinned, knowing he would have objected. “Stanley?”
“You’re joking, right?”
“Your father would love that.”
“Absolutely not. What else?”
She poked him in the stomach. “Mark, Luke, and Blake.”
She turned her head to see him looking at her with narrowed eyes. “As in the gospel?”
She nodded, a smile curving her lips. “Those are very good names.”
“And will guarantee them getting bullied.”
“No one would dare bully our children. You’re one scary dude.”
“Still, no. How about Jeremy, Jason, and Jayden?”
She pursed her lips as she thought about it.
“I like those.”
“Good. Now the girl’s name.”
“I like Sofia with an ‘f.’ Sofia Marianne. What do you think?”
“Mother will be thrilled,” he remarked dryly. “And you don’t have to do anything to appease her.”
“I want to try, and Marianne is a good name.”
He kissed the tip of her pert nose. “You’re a good woman.”
“Now the nursery.”
