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“I knew you would. Not only are the appliances top-of-the-line, but there is so much counter space. I can’t wait to fuck you on every inch of it.” Because I will. We are going to have so much fun christening every available surface.
My princess gasps, her cheeks turning pink as her big eyes lock on mine. I smirk. “Bishop,” she looks behind me at the guards, “they can hear you.”
I pull the stroller to a stop, let go of the handle, and pull her to me. My lips brush hers as I murmur against them, “Good. I want the whole world to know that Aria Maxwell belongs to me.” I kiss the shit out of her. In the middle of Central Park, I claim my princess, not giving a single fuck who sees us. I want them to see us.
Eventually, she breaks the kiss. I pull back and look at her lust-filled face with nothing but affection. My heart expands in my chest with the love I have for my princess, for my son. “We should get back,” Aria whispers.
I smirk, taking her hand in mine and grabbing hold of the stroller with my free one. “Come on then, princess. Let’s get you home. To celebrate our new purchase, I am going to eat your pussy before I make love to you.” I frown. “That’s if you are feeling up to it?”
She rolls her eyes. “We have had sex since the shooting, Bishop. Remember?” I grin as thoughts of that night a couple weeks ago flash in my mind. I made soft, sweet love to her. Gentle in a way I didn’t think I was capable of, so as not to hurt her. “I’m not made of glass. I already told you and my parents that, so stop treating me like I’m breakable. I am feeling much better.”
Resuming our walk, I squeeze her hand. “I know you aren’t weak, baby. You are the strongest person I know. I just worry. As do your parents.”
“I know. I know. But it’s time to move on from what happened, and I can’t do that if I am constantly reminded. I will never forget. Of course, I won’t. I have the mark to remind me every day. I just…” She trails off, blowing out a breath. “I just don’t want to talk about it anymore. It’s over. Done. I want a fresh start and to move on with my life. With you and our son.”
Letting go of her hand, I throw my arm over her shoulder and press a kiss to her face. “See? Strongest person I know,” I repeat because she is, and she should know that. She has been through so much, and instead of letting it break her, she has come back stronger. “I love you, princess. More than anything. You know what?” I ask making her look at me.
“What?” Her brows raise curiously.
“We were inevitable, me and you. I knew from the moment I met you that you would be mine.”
She smirks. “Yeah? How did you know that?”
I blow out a breath as I prepare to speak my feelings and be vulnerable with her. “I felt it in my whole being. It sounds corny, but something clicked into place when I saw you. It was like coming home. You are and always will be the other half of me. The other half of my soul. You are everything, princess. I am so happy you decided to give me a chance—not that I would have stopped trying to make you mine had you not. You are it for me. Now and forever. I love you.”
Her breath hitches as her eyes turn glassy. “That was beautiful. I love you too. So much.” And then, she shifts out of my hold and throws her arms around me as she kisses me, stopping us in our tracks again.
It’s everything.
She is everything.
We are everything.
Always and forever.
* * *
A month later, we are completely moved into our new home. What should be a happy time is overshadowed by the fact my princess has… morning sickness.
Yes.
I got her pregnant.
To say Aria was angry would be an understatement. Of course, she blamed me. She was right to. I wanted this. To see her belly grow with our child. To be there by her side every step of the way and atone for missing her pregnancy with Baron.
My princess cried and shouted at me. Then, she sobbed and blamed herself for not getting on birth control. I took her in my arms, peppering kisses all over her perfect face as I murmured how much I loved her. How much I couldn’t wait to grow our family. What an amazing mother she is. She eventually calmed down, and even though she still holds some resentment toward me for knocking her up again, she ultimately came around to the idea of another little one and is now happier than ever.
“Ugh. Why do they call it morning sickness when you can vomit at any time of the day?” She swipes the back of her hand across her mouth and flushes the toilet.
I am crouched down beside her in our en-suite, rubbing small soothing circles on her back. “I’m sorry, princess. Do you feel better?”
She glares up at me, her eyes narrowing. “Yeah. No thanks to you,” she mutters, pushing up off the floor.
I bite back a smile. I love her feisty attitude, but if she catches me smiling at her, she will go nuclear on my ass. Aria plus pregnancy hormones? Well, let’s just say, it’s something I don’t want to mess with. “Go lie down, baby. I will go and make you some ginger tea before we go to bed.”
She huffs, grabbing her toothbrush to clean her teeth. “You do that,Daddy,” she mocks. “After all, I am in this mess because of you.”
I shake my head with a grin. “Love you, princess.” I exit the bathroom and make my way across the hall to check on our son before heading downstairs to make my girl some tea, all the while smiling to myself.
