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I glance down at Scout, confirming that she's still asleep. She is, with her tiny fist pressed to her open mouth. She makes the cutest little grunting sound when I shift her in my arms and rise to my feet. She doesn't wake up. Not even when I lay her in her crib and start her mobile.
Samara glides across the room on silent feet, leaning over to kiss her. "Sleep sweet, brave girl," she whispers. "I'll get your daddy in bed."
I wrap an arm around her waist, anchoring her to my body. As soon as she's in my arms, my body ignites. No, she won't be getting daddy to bed. Not until daddy has a midnight snack.
Samara runs her hand over Scout's head and then straightens, melting against me with a soft sigh of contentment.
"Missed you today," I murmur, kissing the side of her neck.
"Missed you," she whispers back.
I lead her from the nursery, leaving the door cracked so we can hear Scout in case the baby monitor fails, and then pull her into our room. She didn't turn the lights on, leaving us in nothing but the moonlight filtering in through the windows and French doors.
"You're supposed to be sleeping," I murmur, dragging her into my arms at the foot of the bed. My hand slips beneath her shirt, gliding along the soft skin of her waist.
"I sleep better with you." She twines her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. "Besides, I like listening to your conversations with Scout. You're so good to us, Tate."
"You two are my world," I whisper against her lips.
She grabs my hand, pulling it around to her stomach. "Do you think you have room in your world for one more?" she asks, her voice cracking. "Because a little bird told me that it's going to be expanding soon."
"Fuck." A tremor works its way through me, my goddamn heart trying to beat its way or of my chest. "You heard?"
"I heard," she whispers, pressing her tits up against my chest. "But I already knew. Scout and I went out and bought a test this morning." She sniffles, nuzzling her face against my throat. "You're going to be a daddy again."
I sweep her into my arms to lay her out across our bed. She watches, her eyes luminous in the moonlight as I quickly pull my clothes off, discarding them on the floor at my feet, before crawling over her.
"What are you doing?" she breathes, her back bowing when I drag her panties down her legs.
"Showing you how fucking happy I am, angel." I push her shirt up over her belly, placing my lips against the soft swell. My kid is in there right now, protected by this fierce woman.
Jesus. There are no words to describe how much I love her. They haven't been created. So I show her instead, with my lips and hands on her perfect, precious body, I worship her.
"Tate," she moans, writhing beneath me as I part her folds and make love to her pretty pussy with my mouth. "Oh, Tate." She clutches at my hair, her back bowing off the bed as I press two fingers inside her, stroking her while I suck on her hard little clit.
She explodes on my tongue, sobbing my name. I lick her through it, drinking down every drop she spills for me. When she relaxes beneath me, purring, I place a soft kiss to her clit and prowl up her body.
"There will always be room in my world for our babies, angel," I whisper, engulfing her in me as I thrust deep. We moan together, lost in one another. Lost in love.
"I love you so much," she whimpers, wrapping her legs around my hips. "So much, Tate."
"That's good because I'm never letting you or Scout or this baby go." I nibble on her lips before claiming her mouth in a deep kiss. "You belong to me forever."
"Yes," she sighs. "Forever."
We make love deep into the night, unable to keep our hands off each other. As soon as one storm of need passes, I touch her belly, or she whispers that she's carrying my kid, and another one starts.
By the time we finally fall in an exhausted, sweaty heap, dawn lights the horizon. I drag Samara into my arms, holding her close. Marveling that this perfect woman is mine.
"I've been thinking," she whispers, her head against my chest. "I want to adopt Scout before the baby gets here. Officially. Do you think--"
"Hell yes," I growl, cutting her off.
"You didn't let me finish."
"I don't need you to finish. That little girl is mine," I say. "I held her heart in my hand. Now, she holds mine. I'm adopting her, angel. There’s no question."
Samara chokes on a sob, pressing her face harder against my chest. "What did we do to deserve you?"
