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Even though I really wanted to try natural labor and childbirth a second time, I just can’t put my husband through that stress again. He worries so much about all of us. While it might grate on my nerves when he carries it a little too far, I also know it comes from a place of love.

We are so lucky to be loved by him.

I lose myself in day dreams of watching Rob play with Robbie at the park, Rob insisting on assembling the crib himself, putting the finishing touches on the nursery, giving Robbie his big brother shirt and gifts.

Rob walks into the room with a bottle of water in one hand and a pretty pink smoothie in the other. He squints at me. “You promised you wouldn’t fall asleep yet.”

“I’m not sleeping.” I smile. “I’m dreaming with my eyes wide open.”

He sets the drinks on the night stand before crawling into bed, beckoning me to settle myself between his legs, so he can prop me upright. He’s taken to being my pillow at night as much as Robbie uses me for his head rest. When we’re situated comfortably, he hands me the smoothie. “What are you dreaming about, beautiful?”

“Tomorrow together. And the day after that and the day after that. As far as my mind can run.”

He kisses my shoulder. “I wanted to give you the gift of my time today, and here you are promising me all of yours.”

“I promised you that a long time ago,” I remind him in between sips. “I still need you, want you, and love you. I will forever.”

“My Evie,” he mumbles against my neck. He rubs my belly and coos to our daughter while I drink up.

When I’m finished, I set the glass on the nightstand and snuggle into Rob’s embrace. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm against my back. His breath fans through my hair, creating goosebumps on my neck. Our skin-to-skin contact feels so close, it’s almost impossible to remember we’re two separate bodies. I lift his hand to my lips, gliding my sensitive skin along his fingers, taking the time to kiss the tip of each one.

Suddenly wide awake, I wiggle my butt against his dick, hoping to pick up where we left off before. “Rob?”

“Hmm?”

“You said you didn’t want a blowjob, but will you make love to me?”

No response.

“Honey? I’ll give you the blowjob of your life if you changed your mind.”

Silence. I glance over my shoulder to find his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open. He fell asleep on me.

I strain to kiss his bottom lip. “I love you, Superjock.”

A startled gurgle followed by light snoring is his only reply. I stifle my giggles before I wake him. No way will I ever tell him he started snoring like an old man a few years ago. It’ll be my little secret.

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