Page 6 of Change of Plans

Four

Sine

I didn’t knowwhat was going on in Alix’s head as he stood, but I didn’t speak. If our past had taught us both anything, it was to not make assumptions about the other’s thoughts and feelings. We talked about everything now. Neither of us ever wanted to chance another misunderstanding like the one that had almost broken us.

After he’d carefully arranged the pillows around Elise to keep her from rolling off the couch, he sat back down next to me, angling his body so that he could put his hand on my cheek. I leaned into his palm, closing my eyes for a moment and simply enjoying the feel of his skin against mine.

Even after more than a year together, I still wondered at the way the fates had brought us together. An Irish-Scotch lass with seven siblings, a whiskey-making Da, and a devoutly Catholic Mam went to America where she fell for a wealthy only child who happened to be her boss. It was like something out of a modern fairytale

“Look at me, Sine.”

It was a command, not a request, and my response was automatic, an instinctual reaction of a sub to her Dom.

I opened my eyes and found him looking at me with those smoky gray eyes of his.

“You have never failed me.”

My hands disappeared between his. Sometimes I still forgot how much larger he was than me.

“I’m the one who failed you,” he continued. His expression was troubled. “I panicked. It’s my job to protect you and our daughter–”

“Alix, love,” I placed a finger on his lips, “I hate to be telling you this, but children do daft things. They eat things they shouldn’t. They fall. They jump off of furniture. They hit their heads.”

If I hadn’t been able to read how much my comments distressed him, I would’ve thought it was amusing. Alix had come from a family that had a name and influence to go along with their money. He’d never been spoiled, but he’d never really met a problem he couldn’t overcome with charm or something else in his arsenal.

And he hadn’t really spent much time around kids, that had been obvious from day one. The first time he’d tried to change a diaper on his own, I thought he was going to cry.

“I don’t like this,” he grumbled. “I don’t like not being able to keep you and Elise safe from everything.”

I smiled and leaned in to brush my lips across his. “I know, my love. You are an amazing husband and father, but we’re going to be needing to work on those control issues before she’s old enough to date.”

One corner of his mouth twitched up into a half smile. “That means I have about thirty years to get it together?”

I rolled my eyes. “I would be saying that you’ll be loosening up if we have more kids, but you know yourself that will probably only be adding to the problem.”

Alix’s smile fully bloomed now. “Overprotective brothers. I can work with that.”

It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. “Can you now?”

He glanced up at Elise, and when his gaze came back to me, his eyes had darkened in a wonderfully familiar way. “You know, I have been thinking that it might be time to start working on baby number two. You never know how long it’ll take, and I’m not getting any younger.”

I laughed. “Considering how quickly Elise came along, if we start now, there’s a good chance we could have another child by next Christmas.”

“The perfect Christmas present.” He moved closer. “What do you think? Baby number two?”

If I was going to be completely honest, I’d been wondering the best way to approach the same subject. Elise hadn’t been planned, and I knew he loved our daughter, but we’d never really sat down and discussed the size of the family we wanted.

I laid my hand on his cheek, his morning stubble rough against my palm. “I would love to have more kids with you. But only if you’re certain that’s what you want.”

He stood and held out a hand. I took it, letting him pull me to my feet. He wrapped his hands around my wrists and pulled my arms behind my back as he embraced me. I wasn’t wearing any shoes, making the more than a foot difference in our heights more pronounced. I tilted my head back so I could see his face.

“Sine Janet McNiven Wexler, I want to make as many beautiful babies with you as you have a desire to carry them.”

He shifted his grip so that only one hand kept my arms in place. His free fingers traced across my face, collarbone, nose, jaw, lips…I shivered at the contact.

“It kills me to see you in pain while you deliver them, but if you can bear it, so can I.”

He bent his head and took my mouth in a slow, thorough kiss that left my knees weak and my pussy wet. I loved Elise, but I wouldn’t be denying that I missed being able to make love to my husband whenever we wished.

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