Page 21 of Claiming Jane

He pats my hip and then squeezes it. “Let’s go.”

I rear back in surprise. “We’re going to sleep together?”

He laughs, puts my notebook on the table beside us, and stands up, still holding me. I laugh and shriek. “Grant, you’re going to drop me.”

He nuzzles his face into my neck. “Nope, you’re pretty precious to me, wife. I would never drop you.”

He carries me to the bed and lays me down. I pull him down on top of me and hold on to him.

He laughs as he tries to bear his weight on his forearms. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here with you.”

He pushes the hair off my face, and his smile is gone. “I really do love you, Jane. I know I’ve messed up, but if you give me time, I’m going to make it up to you.”

I wrap my arms around his neck. “I love you.”

He leans down and presses his lips to mine. We get lost in the kiss, and he lies down, half on top of me as he shows me just how much he loves me. He pulls back, breathless. “I loved reading all the letters you wrote me. There’s only one thing we may need to talk about.”

I suck in a breath and nod my head.

His fingers are playing havoc with me as he caresses my breast through the thin material of my night shirt. “What?” I croak.

“You said you wanted to wait to have babies… you do know we didn’t use protection the other night.”

I’ve thought about that too, but I was too afraid to bring it up. “Yeah, I know… are you okay with that?”

He doesn’t hint at what he thinks about it. His face is void of emotion. “Am I okay with getting you pregnant?”

I nod and don’t even try to talk.

Grant rolls over, pulling me on top of him as he goes. “I’m all in, wife. And if we did make a baby, we’ll have nine months of just the two of us. We have a lot to make up for.”

Unsure, I search his eyes. “We’ve never talked about kids… do you want them?”

He leans up to kiss me. It’s a kiss filled with emotions so thick I could cry from it. When he pulls away, he reassures me, “I want it all with you, Jane. Everything. I want your heart, your body, your kids, your future. I want it all.”

I laugh and kiss him again. “It’s yours. I’m yours,” I stutter.

And he spends the rest of the night claiming me.

EPILOGUE

GRANT

Six Years Later

“Daddy, can I please go outside and play with my brothers?”

I look down at the little girl that looks just like her momma. She’s not just like her in the looks department, she’s got me wrapped around her finger like her momma does too. “I don’t know. The boys are playing with their friends right now.”

She puts her little hand on her hip. “I’m their friend.”

I laugh and bend down to pick her up. “You sure are. You’re their best friend.”

She points outside. “So let me go outside with them, Daddy.”

I’m debating when I hear a giggle from behind me. I turn, and Jane is standing there with her hand over her mouth. “You might as well let her, you know you’re going to anyway.”

With my daughter in my arms, I walk over to my wife and hold my hand out to her. “What do you think about sitting on the porch with me?”

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