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"Does it grow if I touch it?"

He barks laughter, causing other diners to turn to look at us. I think a few of them recognize him because they whisper back and forth until he scowls at them. And then they go back to minding their own business.

"I always have that for you," he says and chuckles again. His gray eyes dance with humor and happiness. "But this is something special. You can have it after we eat."

"Fine," I say, pouting. "But that means you have to eat fast."

Weston

"Oh, wow," Laney whispers, coming to a dead stop inside the door of the suite she rented us for the night. Corner windows overlook downtown Nashville, which is lit up and crawling with traffic.

I grab her hand and pull her inside, closing the door behind us. My dick is already aching. She looks too beautiful in her dress. Her blonde hair is up in curls that frame her face and make those blue eyes seem even bluer.

My wife is beautiful every day, but when she's pregnant, she absolutely glows. I've known for a few weeks that she's pregnant again. It's my job to know everything about her. She's a vital part of me, the one person in the world who holds part of my soul in her own. Of course I know when she's carrying my baby.

Am I going to tell her I know and spoil her fun? Fuck no. My wife has spent the last ten years with Kelsey as a friend. She can absolutely kick my ass. Besides which, hearing her tell me I'm going to be a daddy again is one of the sweetest sentences I've ever heard.

"This place is fancy," she mutters, prowling around the suite as I shrug out of my jacket. She picks things up and then sets them right back down when something else catches her attention.

I lean back and watch, smiling.

She's been mine for ten years, and she still hasn't lost even a little of that fearless curiosity or innocence. She's as feisty and sweet as ever. I love being the man who gets to protect that innocence and sate her curiosity.

There is something so damn satisfying about taking care of her and our babies, of making sure they aren't just content but are happy and thriving.

They're my world. They always will be. You're damn right my biggest joy in life is giving them reasons to smile.

"Oh, chocolate!" Laney says as soon as she peeks into the bedroom. There are rose petals strewn across the floor and the bed. She ignores them and goes straight for the little chocolates on the pillows.

"You going to share with me, cutie pie?" I ask, loosening my tie as she unwraps the first one and pops it into her mouth.

"Nope." She grins at me, already unwrapping the second one.

"Not even a tiny piece?" I yank my tie free and lay it over the back of a chair.

"Tell you what," she says, her blue eyes darkening as she watches me. "Lose the pants, and then we'll talk about it."

"I'll make you a counter-offer."

"What?"

"Lose that pretty dress, you can keep the chocolate, and I'll eat you for dessert."

"I like the way you think." She pops the chocolate in her mouth.

"I like the way you taste. Lose the dress, Laney," I growl, working through the buttons on my shirt. Kissing on her all night has me ready to explode.

"You don't like it?" She does a little spin so the skirt flares around her. "It has pockets."

"I love it," I say, stripping my shirt off, which has her eyeing me like I'm a steak. "You look beautiful in it, angel. But you look even more beautiful when you're naked and riding my cock." I kick my shoes off and prowl across the room toward her.

"Wait!" she cries before I can get my hands on her. "I really don't think you've spent enough time admiring my pockets."

"Oh? You got something in your pocket for me, angel?"

"Maybe." She seams her body to mine, pressing those tits up against my chest.

I loved those tits before she gave me four babies. Now I worship them.

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