I laughed. He seemed so certain. "Our daughter." I raised a brow, challenging him to argue with me.
"How about we start with a boy, and have a girl later?" he joked.
I thought our conversation was silly, because we had no say over what sex the baby would be either way. Deep down, I knew that Rebel wouldn't care what we had, as long as our children were healthy.
"I'll see what I can do," I teased back. "Now, are you going to finish what you started?" I reached down and rubbed the bulge of his cock, which hadn't even begun to diminish during our brief break. "Unless you're afraid to face Della . . ."
He grabbed me to him and fucked me until the bathroom was steamed up again, until my legs were so weak that I had to sit down and wait for the strength to return. With Rebel it was all or nothing, he did nothing halfway. I could count on that. I knew I couldn't have chosen a better man.
Jonathan Lee Woods was born on February second, eight months later.
The End