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“Our Remi here apparently took some lessons.”
“It comes naturally to me. I love that man to pieces and I am not going to tolerate infidelity of any sort. Not to mention there is a child involved. He is tied to me for life.”
She patted her stomach and felt a movement. “Oh my God!”
“What?” Everyone rushed over, concern on their faces.
“He just moved. My baby moved.”
“Girl.” Barry shook his long blonde hair. “Don’t let me hurt you. We thought something was wrong. May I?” He pointed to her belly.
“Of course.”
*****
“You are not drunk.”
“How do you know that?” He had been waiting for her inside the room much to her delight and surprise.
“I do smell liquor on your breath, but your eyes look alert,” she murmured. He had been naked and under the sheets when she came in. “And don’t think I did not hear the rumor about the strippers.”
“Escorts,” he corrected, a smile wreathing his face as he rubbed the cream over her belly. “And you have your brother to blame.” He kissed her slowly. “I did not touch, just looked.” His hands jerked as he felt the subtle movements.
“He has been doing that since this morning.”
“Christ!” he whispered. “It suddenly feels so real.”
“It never did before?” she asked him teasingly, placing a hand over his.
“Of course, it did.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “You are still convinced we are having a son?”
She shrugged. “Just a feeling. But I am going to be okay with any gender. I got a lot of gender-neutral onesies as gifts and you should see the completely scandalous lingerie that was in all those gift bags. I am going to need a bigger space.
You already bought me more stuff than I could ever use and now all that." She gestured to the heap in the corner of the room. "I used to roll my eyes in disgust at women who would be so excited at getting married, who could not wait for the day.
All the anxiety of getting everything perfect and all that. I used to think to myself that it was just one damn day and the marriage was not even going to last anyway." She took his hand in hers. "Now I have become one of those women. I am so excited that I keep wanting to make the day go faster. I want to be your wife, have your name.
That's another thing too. I am losing my name willingly and taking on yours. The name I have now belongs to a man who did not give a shit about us - me and David." She brought his hand up to her lips and felt when he quivered as she kissed the flesh.
"Now I am going to be so damn proud bearing yours, wearing your ring, telling the world that I am Mrs. damn fricking Wade Bramwell. I think I am going to shout it from the rooftops. That's how high I am on being completely yours. Darling, I love you so much."
He swallowed the golf ball sized lump in his throat. For a few seconds he could not speak, he was the one who usually had the words, the emotions that seemed to be bursting out of him. She undid him with what she just said, simply destroyed his equilibrium with her words.
"My love," he whispered thickly; eyes bright.
"At a loss for words?" she teased him.
"Quite." He drew her to him, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, the sides of her lips, her chin and then her throat where the pulse was beating wildly for him.
Only for him. He would walk through fire for her, don a sword and fight her battles. He would take anything as long as she was with him. It overwhelmed him completely and there were times when he was baffled by it.
"I adore you," he told her thickly, his hands wandering all over her back and then cupping her breasts. "There is nothing I would not do-" He bent his head to kiss the top of her breast, before coming back to her throat. "Nothing you could ever do to make me want to leave."
"Even when I piss you off so much, you want to strangle me?" she asked him shakily.
He laughed softly, head lifting to look at her. He gazed hungrily at her parted lips and felt the heat spreading all through her body. Her hair was spilling all over the pillows. In a few hours, she was going to belong to him, completely.
And like her, he could not wait. He would be putting his ring on her finger and joining them together as one. "Let me make love to you, my sweet."
