Page 14 of Rescued By Love

"Yeah," Derek murmurs. "I just wish she'd met Kyle and Ember, you know? That would have made her so happy…"

“I'm sure she's watching over us right now,” I say, kissing the top of his head.

He nods, smiling. “You bet. She's probably fussing over her grandchildren every minute. I wouldn't put that past her.”

I chuckle at the thought of that, immediately swallowing the sound when Ember stirs slightly in Derek's arms. “You should probably put her down now,” I whisper when she finally settles. “We don't want her to wake up now and keep us up all night.”

Derek stands up and gently lays Ember in her cot, careful not to wake her up. I reach out to caress her sparse ginger curls with a fond smile. I like that she inherited my red hair and her father's beautiful green eyes.

"Sweet dreams, my angels," I whisper, letting my touch linger for a second longer before pulling back.

Derek slings an arm over my shoulder and pulls me against his body, leaning down slightly to kiss my forehead. “We should get to bed. I think I want to make another baby.”

I giggle and nod, wrapping an arm around his waist. Together, we walk out of the nursery.

The moment we enter our bedroom, Derek grabs me and smashes his mouth to mine. The kiss is hard, almost starved. I grab onto his shoulders as sparks combust in my chest, quickly spiraling into a consuming heat that spreads rapidly across my body. I bury my hands in his hair, running them down the ripped muscles of his back and the hard curve of his ass. It's been six years since we got married, but I never get enough of him.

He snakes his hands around my waist and grabs my ass, squeezing roughly and moaning into my mouth. “I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to be screaming my name, wifey.”

I'm always screaming his name. That's why we got our walls soundproofed – so the noise doesn't reach our children.

I pull away from him, laughing when he immediately attacks my neck, trailing hot, fevered kisses down to my shoulders.

“Wait,” I say, pushing half-heartedly against his chest. “Wait, darling.”

He pulls back with a mock groan and rolls his eyes at me when I giggle again. "This had better be good, Red."

I like when he calls me Red, though he doesn't do that often. It reminds me of our first meeting and how far we've come since then.

“It is,” I reply, looping my arms around his neck. I can feel his erection pressing impatiently against my thighs. Hot. Hard.

“I have a surprise.”

“Really?” he asks, his pretty green eyes lighting up like a child’s on Christmas morning. His excitement is palpable, and I can't help but smile at his eagerness.

“Yes,” I reply, nodding.

“What is it?”

“Guess.”

He cocks his head, pretending to think about it. “You're wearing nothing under your robe?”

“Derek!”

“Well, that's one surprise that would please me greatly,” he replies with a nonchalant grin. He looks down at my stomach, his smile growing bigger as he returns his gaze to my face. “Are you pregnant, love?”

“No,” I say, rolling my eyes at his animated enthusiasm. “Ember isn't even two yet.”

“Well, that doesn't matter,” he replies. “We want a big family, remember?”

“Well, it's not that. Want to guess again?”

He groans, pulling me closer to him. “The faster we get the guessing game over with, the faster we can go back to making another baby.”

“You're so silly,” I say, rolling my eyes at him. “Well, my dance academy has been nominated for the Excellence in Dance Education Award.”

His eyes widen in surprise, his expression shifting from playful to impressed. “That's wonderful news, babe! I'm so proud of you.”

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