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I narrowed my eyes.
God, this man could also piss me off faster than any other person on the planet.
He grinned, pushed up from the couch in one smooth movement, prowling over to me, arms banding around me, scooping me up, and carrying me back to the sofa that was so comfortable, I often joked that it would eat me.
He dropped—with me on his arms—onto the cushions and we sank deep into the padding, leaving me cozy and warm and, yup, eaten by the couch.
He kissed my temple. “The tree looks perfect, Eva baby.” A brush of his mouth over my cheek. “And my parents are going to think so too.”
Trust that he would source out the immediate crux of my fears.
His family was coming to stay with us.
This was our first big holiday all together.
I wanted to make it perfect for them, perfect for me…and most importantly, perfect for Theo.
Because I loved him and he deserved it and—
He rolled us, big body pressing me even further into the cushions, his hand coming to my jaw. “It will be perfect because we’re together and we love each other and Dommie is going to bake cookies for everyone. Which my mom is going to hate—even though she’ll love them—but she’s going to up the ante becauseshe’sthe Christmas baking queen, so she’ll have to make her pumpkin bread. And Dommie’s going to hate that everyone lovesthat, so then we’ll get to be the tasty benefactors of a Christmas Bake Off and I’ll be ten pounds heavier before our next game.”
I giggled. “I like this scenario.”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “I do too.”
“AndI have an idea about how to make sure you don’t gain ten pounds.”
Wicked in gray eyes, those sparks coming back. “Yeah?”
I slid my hand down his chest, fingertips reveling in the hard planes.
Then I was touching something else that was hard.
Squeezingit.
AndthenI showed him my plan to work off those extra calories.
Twice.
TWO
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I smoothedmy hand over the top of Noah’s head then carefully maneuvered my arm’s beneath my wife, scooping her up.
Her pregnant belly bumped against my chest, and I grinned.
She was always like this throughout the entire time she was pregnant—this being number three.
Thisbeing gaining the superpower to be able to fall asleep anywhere in an instant.
She sighed, head lolling, body instinctively curling into mine.
And, damn, but I never got tired of that, never got tired of holding her, having the weight of her in my arms, the scent of her in my nose, I was ready to head to bed myself.
Unfortunately—considering she was about eight million months pregnant—the version of going to bed I really wanted wasn’t going to happen.
Her words (the eight million months pregnant, not me not getting to fuck my wife).
