Page 95 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

Iris peeks out the door, the sleeve of her dress already dripping off one shoulder. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

She closes the door as I cry out, “That’s bullshit!”

Her giggle echoes in the bathroom.

In the dark, alone for the first time all day, I have a difficult time contemplating my reality.

I’m not alone. Not anymore.

I’mmarried. I have a wife. A child on the way.

I run my hands over my face, trying to wake myself up from the dream.

Not a dream. Real fucking life.

Iris is mine. And she always will be.

I kick my feet with glee like a kid.

How did I get so lucky?

As soon as the door opens again, I rise up on my elbows to look at her. And holy hell, I think again,how did I get so damn lucky?

Iris is still wearing white, but this outfit has a lot less fabric than her wedding dress. This islingerie. A tiny, lacy teddy that parts right above the crest of her small belly. Light, silky fabric frames her stomach. To top off the outfit, there’s a pair of matching lace panties.

She twirls side to side, the thin fabric wavering. “What do you think?”

“I’m speechless.”

Iris frames her stomach with a hand above and below. “I wanted to show off for you, since I know you love my–”

“I love all of you.” Though I have to admit, watching her grow with my child does something to me I never anticipated.

I reach out to her. “Come here.”

Iris crawls up the bed to me and straddles me again. However, she doesn’t warm my lap like I’d like her to. She starts with my dress shirt, unbuttoning it with devastating slowness.

I lean into her chest and brush my lips against her breasts. They’ve gotten a little bigger too, preparing for our baby. “So fucking beautiful, Ris.”

As soon as all the buttons are undone, she pushes my shirt aside and kisses my chest. “Why’s your heart beating so fast?”

“Is it?” I’m not surprised, she is taking my breath away.

“You like what you see?”

“Is that a question?”

“Are you going to answer all my questions with questions?”

I laugh, deep and throaty. “You’re teasing me.”

She circles her hips on mine, reminding me how hard I am. “I didn’t get a fancy negligéenotto tease my husband.”

God. The things that light up inside me. “Call me that again.”

Iris glides her fingers through my hair and lowers her mouth to mine, stopping just before kissing me. “You’re my husband, Trevor.”

I close the gap, sealing that perfect sentence with a kiss.

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