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“I’m going to be a better wife to you from now on,” she promises.
Pulling away, I cup her cheek, feeling her tears.
“Not possible. You’re already everything I want and need. Please, don’t cry.”
Lying on my side, she curls up against me, wiggling her ass into my groin. I’m already hard as granite. Craning her head back to kiss me, I sweep my tongue across hers as she reaches her hand back to grip my hair. I slide my hand between her legs, finding her primed and ready for me. It’s been so long since she let me touch her. I’ve missed this more than I can ever say.
Dipping into her opening, I coat my fingers in her wetness and circle her clit, adding more pressure as she groans and arches her back.
“Oh, yes… fucking yes,” she hisses when I slip a finger inside her. “Not your finger. I need you.”
I don’t need to be told twice. With one last kiss, I left her leg with mine and I slide into her. It feels so fucking good when she tightens around me, my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head. Fuck, I’ve missed this. Always so wet, tight, and warm. She’s fucking perfect, and all mine.
Using one hand to wrap around her throat, I use the other to grip onto her hip. She’s put quite a few pounds on throughout the pregnancy, but it only makes me want her more. For every deep thrust, she returns it with a sultry moan, hitting me straight in the balls.
I love how I affect her.
Picking up my pace, I chase my orgasm as she locks her soaking pussy around my cock while crying out her release. Another few strokes, I pour myself into her, grunting as I squeeze out every drop.
“Mmm,” she purrs. “The only thing I missed more than you was your cock.”
Laughing, I stay inside her, the both of us content to be… together.
“Now everything is perfect,” I whisper.
“What’s next on the list?”
With Zach’s laptop resting on my lap, Harper and I sit side by side as we check off items for the baby.
“A crib.”
Fucking hell. There’s so many to choose from. Surely a crib is a crib. I mean, they all do the same thing, right? Yet Harper is taking her time, debating between two cribs that look the same to me.
She points to the one covered in frilly white lace. “That one.”
I quickly add it to the cart before she changes her mind, and watch her tick off the item on her list.
She looks at me and laughs. “Are you not tired of this yet?”
“Nope. What’s next?”
“We should get some bottles in case I can’t breastfeed.”
Bottles. Pacifiers. Bibs. Boxes of diapers. Wipes. It’s goes on and on, but we make headway on the list, and Harper’s excitement makes me excited.
“It makes me happy to hear you laugh.” Her smile quickly disappears. “What is it? Did I say something wrong?”
“In a few months, it’s not going to be just the two of us anymore. If, or more likelywhen,I have another episode, I need you to make sure I get help. Don’t listen to the crap that comes out of my mouth—just get me back on track. I couldn’t live with myself if any harm came to our baby because of me.”
“Hey, you’re going to be an amazing mom.”
“I hope so.”
“I know so,” I counter, hoping she hears the conviction in my tone.
Shutting the laptop, I toss it to the end of the bed and sit up straight to look down at my wife.
“Even on our worst days, we’re still going to love and protect our son.”
