It’s raining. The cloud cover has robbed the day of what little sunlight it would’ve gotten. The dark skies make it too easy to doze off somewhere between the clinic and home.
I’m wakened by Sin’s nudge and kiss to my cheek. “We’re home.”
“Sorry I fell asleep.”
“Don’t be. Your body is experiencing a lot of changes. It needs more rest than ever.”
“How would you know?”
“Looking for a fertility clinic isn’t the only research I’ve done.”
If he’s been researching pregnancy, then he’s already ahead of me. “Perhaps I should check the history on your computer so I can catch up.”
“You should do some reading on it. It’s fascinating stuff.”
We’re barely in the door when he announces he has a present for me. “My birthday is months away.”
He takes my hand. “No, not for your birthday.”
He leads me to our bedroom and tells me to sit on our bed. “Close your eyes.” He places something on my lap. “Okay. You can open them.”
A gift-wrapped box is on my lap and a file sits next to me on the bed. “Open the wrapped one first.”
I tear the pretty paper and lift the top from the box. “A baby book?”
“Yes, but it’s also a journal. One section teaches you about the growth and development of the baby for each week. The other is blank for you to record what’s happening with you.”
“I’ve never been one to journal.” My thoughts were always too dark to write down, but I like the idea of being inspired by this innocent life inside me.
“I thought we might read the growth section together each week so we both know what’s going on with the baby’s development.”
“I’d like that very much.”
I open the front cover and see he’s already inscribed it to me.
Bleu—my bonny wife,
If you’re reading this, then we were successful. I love and adore you with all my heart. You’ll be a superb mum.
Love always, S
“I mean every word.”
For the life of me, I can’t figure out how a Fellowship-raised man can come up with such pretty words. They’re to be cherished. He says it’s all inspired by me but I can’t see it. I don’t feel like much of a muse.
He leans down to kiss me.
“I love it. Thank you.”
“As I said before, the flat isn’t where I want to raise the baby. I’d like to have a house before he or she arrives.” He takes the file and flips it open. “This is a listing of all the houses on the market that fit the needs for our growing family. Pick your favorite and I’ll buy it. If it’s not in this folder, tell me what you want and I’ll have it built for you.”
I reach up to hold his face. “You are an amazing man. So loving. So giving. You’re going to be a wonderful father.”
Sin’s mouth seizes mine with a new kind of passion. And possession.
His hand laces through my hair, holding me close so I can’t escape. Not that I want to. I’ve missed this kind of closeness with my husband.
“You haven’t touched me in weeks. It’s been torment,” I say.
“Not because I haven’t wanted to. It’s all I’ve been able to think about every other second.” He kisses the side of my neck.
“I know.” The doctor said no sex. He warned that uterine contractions could inhibit the implantation process.
“And I still can’t have you for another week,” he growls. “My palm is going to have calluses.”
He’s treated me so well the last two weeks, seeing to my every whim. I should do something to express my appreciation. “If I was a good wife, I’d find a way to help you with that little problem.”
I move my hand to his belt to unfasten it. He puts his hand over mine. “We still can’t.”
“I know we can’t.” I touch my mouth. “But this can.”
He moves his hand from mine and I feel him growing hard inside his trousers as I work to free him.
I push his pants to his knees before I get up. “Trade places with me.”
We rotate so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and I’m standing over him. “Relax and enjoy. You don’t have to do a thing.”
“Wait. Will you put your hair up for me?”
He’s never asked me to do that before but I know why. “You want to watch me.”
“Aye. I can’t help myself. I love seeing you do it. It’s one of the best parts.”
I come out of the bathroom with my hair in a messy bun. “Approve?”
“One hundred percent.”
I go back to him and place my palms on his knees, moving them upward until they reach his groin. I kiss his stomach, slowly moving my mouth in a southern direction. He jolts when I lick the pattern of his V.
“Ticklish?”
“You know I am.”
I grasp the base of his cock and lick the tip of the head. I taste pre-cum. I like it.
I move my tongue to the base and drag it up the underside of his shaft. He twitches when I get to the sensitive area just beneath the head. When I reach the end again, I take him into my mouth and grasp his base with my fist. I move my mouth and hand in unison.
“That feels incredible.”
I alternate between slow and fast. I occasionally stop and circle my tongue around the head. It isn’t long before he pulls the bun on top of my head. My jaws didn’t even have time to cramp. “Stop, Bonny.”
I take my mouth off him. He pulls his shirt up so his stomach is bare. That’s where he comes—on himself instead of in my mouth. One day I’m going to ask him why he believes that’s the better alternative.
I go into the bathroom for a towel and wipe him clean before climbing onto the bed next to him.
We’re lying face to face. He pulls me close for a kiss. “Thank you.”
“Any time.”
Sin’s wearing a lopsided grin when he runs his finger over my bottom lip. “I love you,” he whispers.
I kiss the pad of his thumb. “I love you too.”
“I’m very happy about the baby. Or babies.”
He’s right. There’s a chance we have more than one in there. “The possibility of two hasn’t escaped me.”
“I wouldn’t mind twins. Would you?”
I’m barely used to the idea of one. “The thought of caring for two babies at once is a little overwhelming.”