Page 89 of Mine to Worship

I don’t want future regrets, but memories.

I wake up with a bright smile and tiptoe inside the bathroom. I kiss my fingers and put them on my belly. “Good morning, little one.”

“Mommy looks happy today,” Kian says, and I find his eyes dancing with love in the mirror as he leans against the headboard.

“I am, last night was…”

He nods. Our hearts did the talking and our bodies found their pleasure. He slides out of bed, walks over to me and wraps his hands around my belly. He dips his chin over my shoulder, and we stare at each other in the mirror, the intensity sizzling between us, the love between us an invisible chord latched around our souls.

We brush our teeth and hit our heads when we both lean to spit at the same time, chuckling under our breaths.

“Hmm, matching bumps,” he says when we lift our heads and two small patches of red appear on our foreheads. He puffs out his stomach and I burst into laughter.

When we enter the kitchen, Walter eyes us as we work together to prepare pancakes. We do the dishes together, and Kian hums a happy tune.

“I have never seen a man look happier to do dishes than you,” Walter says, amusement lacing his words.

“That’s why your generation was so surly. You missed out on the good things,” Kian says and winks at me. I smack his lips with a kiss.

“Everything is better in pairs.”

“You make a compelling picture.” My father-in-law rises to his feet and says, “It has been a pleasure, but I have to get going.”

“We’ll walk you to the door,” Kian says and we follow him outside.

Walter pulls me into an embrace and there is a clear difference in his body, the heavy tension is gone. Father and son hug and pat each other on the back.

Once Walter is gone, Kian wraps his arms around me and says, “And now, Mrs. Reyes, once again I have you all to myself.”

I turn in his arms and pat his nose.

“Take advantage, because in a few more months you will have to share me.”

“I am sure you can deal with both of our demands.”

“If she is as demanding as you, I doubt it,” I say, jokingly.

“Good, she has grandparents who can take care of her.”

He squeezes my ass cheeks, waggling his eyebrows in mischief.

I fake an outraged gasp. “Kian Reyes!”

“You sound like a mom.”

“I’m going to be one.”

“I love the authoritative tone.” His eyes spark with lust.

“You’re hard, aren’t you?”

He holds me closer, and I feel his erection against my belly.

I shake my head, hiding a smile. “That’s not normal.”

“Was that a complaint?”

“Are you crazy?” I ask, teasing him.

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