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Far from it.
“It’s alright,” I whisper, smiling once it clicks.
“Just our little baby kicking for the first time…and yes.I do,” I’m quick to add.
Not wanting to miss making this official for anything.
The whole room behind us lets out a huge sigh of relief and then a big ‘Aww…’ as Kane rests one hand on my swollen belly while using his other to slip the wedding ring over my finger.
Both of us sealing the deal with a kiss.
A kiss just as powerful and beautiful as the ones I get from him every day.
Every day’s our wedding day, and every day that he tells me he loves me, I feel like a queen.
His queen.
My man. My husband.
My happily ever after.
EPILOGUE
ONE YEAR LATER
Kane
“I’ll go,” I murmur to Jen, patting her gently as she stirs next to me.
Little baby Marcus is squawking the house down, letting the whole street know it’s time for his three a.m. feeding.
“And you’ll let him suckle atyourbreasts, will ya?” Jen asks sleepily, making a very good point.
Three a.m. feeds are different from diaper duty, and judging from her razor wit at this hour, I’m assuming Jen hasn’t got any breast milk bottled and ready to go.
“How about we both go?” I ask, leaning over to kiss her awake.
Marcus is suddenly silent and even snoring if that’s what three-month-old babies do, and only once his mom and dad are up out of bed, wide awake and ready to feed him, now he wants to sleep.
But his mom knows him better than that, and in no time, I’ve plumped up the pillows and made it extra comfy for Jen to feed him once she comes back to bed.
Rocking him gently in her arms as she carries him over from his crib by our bed.
Dad here is just taking in every moment, grinning like a maniac as I watch my two favorite things in action.
My son and his mom bonding in a way I can’t do the same as Jen. But I can still be present for it.
“He’s getting so big,” I say, watching Jen yawn and start to doze off again.
A little smile plays on her lips as it does every time she feeds the little guy.
Even if it is at an ungodly hour, it’s always special.
Sacred.
Something I never get tired of watching, and no. Not only because my wife has her breasts out.
I can see that and more anytime I like when Jen agrees.
