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“See, this is why I need you.” I cupped my palm over her navel, feeling her quickly inhale at my touch.
“What do you mean?”
“To help me be a better man. To be a good father.”
I saw the softness sweep over her. “Wes, you’re going to be an amazing father. I know it.”
“You know, this baby is going to be here at the beginning of the season.” I eyed her.
“Don’t look at me. You’re the one who knocked me up.”
“True.” I rolled her on top of me and she giggled. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Not sick yet.” She smiled.
“Don’t move,” I ordered. I scooted to the end of the bed until I was between her legs. My favorite place to be. She spread her thighs for me and tilted so my tongue could slide inside her.
“Oh God, Wes.” She buried her face in the pillow while I sucked and lapped at her. I could make her come all day. As the vibrations slowed, I rolled out from under her, tilted her hips up, and eased myself into her wet heat. I loved taking her like this. Looking down at the roundness of her ass, while her tits rubbed against the sheets.
“Tell me,” I commanded.
“Fuck me until I’m yours,” she whimpered.
“You are mine, Lennon. God, you’re mine.”
She panted and wiggled as I pumped in and out of her. We both knew things were different. The sex was still fucking hot. But there was love between us now. And that love had made a baby.
I didn’t know what was going to happen in two days at the Super Bowl, but I realized Lennon’s one mission had finally been accomplished. As I held her in my arms, I realized there was more to life than winning a game. There was more than adding points to the scoreboard. There was more than being carried off the field as a hero. Because in my arms, I already knew I had won everything.
Epilogue
Lennon
One Year Later
I closed the door and tiptoed down the hall, clutching the monitor in my hand. I watched it the entire way to the living room.
“She’s asleep?” Wes asked.
“For now.” I sighed.
“Come here.” He folded me in his arms as I sank into the couch to join him.
I thought pulling long shifts at the hospital was exhausting, but nothing compared to all-nighters with this little one.
I had gone back to work part-time two weeks ago, and I was still trying to figure out how to balance the sleep deprivation. This was a completely different level. I was sure my patients wouldn’t be interested to know I was running on fumes.
“Let me take that.” Wes wiggled the monitor from my hands. “She’s a pretty cute kid, Doc.”
I smiled. “She is, isn’t she?”
He nodded. “A year ago we were at the Super Bowl and now look at us.”
“Yeah, we have a four-month old who runs our lives.”
Wes laughed. His broad chest shaking as he held me closer.
I traced my fingers over his wide knuckles, drawing strength from his hands. I circled over the Super Bowl ring he wore on his right hand. It was ornate, encrusted with diamonds and the team name with champs engraved under a dark blue stone.
