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“Come here.” I pat the seat next to me. “Join me on the divan.”
“The… divan? It’s a couch. Since when did you get fancy as fuck?”
“Sit down, asshole.”
He flops down beside me, grinning. “I’m here. Now what?” He puts a hand on my thigh.
I shift closer and run my fingers through his hair. I’m suddenly nervous—I should’ve discussed this with him earlier, but I wanted it to be a fun surprise. Now that I think about it, this isnotthe sort of thing you drop on your husband randomly on a Sunday night after dinner with his mother, but, hell, I came this far. Might as well let my big, stupid mouth see me through this mess.
“I stopped taking my birth control.”
He falls silent, staring at me. I grin sheepishly. Time stops for a moment. We’ve been talking about kids as a possibility, but neither of us said anything about having themright now. But a few days ago, I was standing in the bathroom, the pill on my tongue, and I realized something.
I don’t need them anymore.
I’m not afraid of being trapped. I’m not afraid of getting stuck in this place with Evander.
In fact, I want it.
I want children. A life. A family. I want tethers holding me even tighter to my husband. To this house. To these people, this world.
Because I love it more than I ever dreamed I could.
“You did?” he asks in a quiet voice. “When?”
“I took my last one yesterday. I’m not ovulating yet so it doesn’t matter, but—”
He grabs me and pulls me into his lap. I let out a surprised yelp as he grips my ass so tight it’s like he wants to dig his fingers into my flesh.
“You’re not on birth control anymore,” he growls softly, staring at me like I’m a buffet and he’s starving.
“Yes, sir,” I say meekly. “Are you mad?”
“No,” he says, shaking his head slowly. “I’m not even close to mad.”
“Are you… happy?”
“Yes, asteraki mu, I am happy. I amveryhappy.”
Pride and joy swells into my chest. Also, relief. This could’ve gone bad.
But it didn’t!
“That’s what I was hoping,” I say, sinking into him.
He kisses me slow and deep, holding me there for a long moment, and I feel him reacting between my legs.
“You do realize I’m going to spend every waking moment of every hour trying to get you pregnant now, right?”
“Honestly? I was sort of hoping you would. I’ve been hydrating and stretching.”
“Good girl.” His fingers slip into my hair and he pulls. A thrill runs hot and tingly deep into my core. “Shall we start now?”
“Yes, please,” I say, wiggling my hips.
And we do.
