Page 39 of Rockstar's Accidental Marriage

Emily glances at me, her eyes shining with a mix of relief and another emotion I can’t quite name.

I push off on my foot to get the swing moving. Then I set back, my arm around Emily and a smile on my face. It feels good to be home.

We sit like that for a while, watching the stars twinkle above us and the gentle sound of the cows mooing in the field.

“Time to hit the hay,” Dad says, rising from his rocker as he leads the way into the house.

“You know the way,” Dad gestures to the door at the end of the hall. “You’re room.”

It looks exactly the same as when I left. The twin bed has been replaced with a larger one, and the wallpaper’s a little more faded, but the rest? Pure nostalgia. The wooden dresser with the scuff marks on the side, the bookshelf still crammed with old paperbacks and CDs, and the framed poster of Elvis alongside a guitar I swore I’d own someday—it’s all still here.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Dad says, his tone gruff but not unkind. “Breakfast at dawn. Don’t be late.”

Emily gives him a small smile. “We won’t be.”

As he walks away, I close the door and glance at Emily, who’s taking in the room with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“Your room, huh?” she teases, running a finger along the edge of the bookshelf.

“Don’t judge,” I say with a grin. “I was a typical kid.”

She laughs softly, and the sound is enough to make my chest tighten. I watch as she glances nervously at the bed. I turn, hiding my smile. The way she’s acting, you’d think we weren’t married—or that she’s never slept with me before. Still grinning, I decide to take it easy on her and pull on a pair of sleep pants for her benefit.

We climb into bed, the mattress creaking slightly under our combined weight. It’s a little snug, but I certainly don’t mind, though Emily does her best to stay on her side of the bed. Pulling the blanket over us, I lie back on a pillow. I glance over at Emily’s stiff shoulders with a grin. Sharing a bed with Emily and having her this close feels right.

“Goodnight, wife,” I say softly in a low voice as I pull her gently back against me. She doesn’t protest, and I smile in approval as her sleepy eyes close. She’s fast asleep in no time.

I wake up before dawn, and the soft light filtering through the curtains casts the room in a golden hue. Emily is still asleep, her head resting against my chest, her hair splayed across the pillow.

For a moment, I just watch her, my hand resting lightly on her back. She looks peaceful, her breathing slow and even, and something shifts inside me. It’s not just desire anymore—though that’s definitely still there. I feel a deeper need to protect, to cherish.

Emily slowly moves, positioning herself against me. The feel of her soft breasts pressed firmly against my naked chest with onlyher thin nightgown between us has my body growing hard in response.

Gritting my teeth and being careful not to wake her, I reluctantly ease out of bed. Pulling on my jeans and boots, I get ready for the day.

“What are you doing?” her sleepy voice asks, muffled by the pillow.

I turn to see her blinking up at me, her dark hair tousled adorably around her face.

“Helping Dad with the morning chores,” I say, pulling a hoodie over my head.

She sits up, yawning as she rubs her eyes. “I’ll come with you.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” she says, cutting me off. “I might as well enjoy not having morning sickness while I can,” she says with a sleepy grin.

We step into the barn, the earthy scent of hay and animals filling the air. Dad is already there, working with a calm efficiency that’s second nature to him.

“Morning,” he says without looking up.

“Morning,” I reply, grabbing a stool and a pail.

Emily stands off to the side, watching in fascination as I settle in next to one of the cows.

“Come here,” I say, motioning for her to join me.

She hesitates and then steps closer, her expression a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

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