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I look up at him, my heart full. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
Noah’s smile is everything. “Anything for you.”
Noah shuts the door behind us, a mischievous smirk across his succulent lips.
I feel the grip in his fingers tighten as he playfully bends me over the desk, his hand gliding across my ass and legs. I feel myself getting hot and wet for him, nearly panting as I feel him play with me from behind, his fingers exploring beneath the long dress I slipped on.
Slowly, he lifts the dress up, exposing me to the cool air, and I shiver gently, waiting for him.
Within a few seconds, I feel him, hard and hot, pressing against me, and I invite him in, pressing myself back and feeling him slide inside of me.
I rock myself back and forth on him, his grip against my hips hooking me close to him. His quick thrusts pound through me, making me quiver.
I feel the pleasure building more and more with each stroke until finally, I feel the deep throbbing wash over me as waves of pleasure crash down on me.
I grip my new desk with my fingertips, biting my lip to silence my cries of pleasure, thinking that there could be no better way to christen my new photography studio than this.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Noah
The weeks have turned into months, and the reality of parenthood is finally setting in for both of us.
The triplets are on their way, and Blossom’s belly has grown exponentially, making everything feel more real with each passing day.
It’s strange how quickly this has all happened, but it feels like it was always meant to be. Our home together has become a blend of both of our worlds.
All of Blossom’s small knick-knacks and decorations—things she picked up from flea markets or from adventures with her mom—are now scattered around our place. There are little picture frames on the mantle that I never would’ve bought myself, but they make the space feel lived in, full of personality.
I sit down on the couch for a moment, looking around the room. There’s a sense of comfort here now, something I didn’t know I needed. Her presence has softened the space. The sterile, all-business apartment I used to inhabit feels warmer and more inviting.
Her things, some of them quirky, some of them sentimental, have made my penthouse feel like home in a way I never expected. She’s made my space her own, and in doing so, she’s made itours.
I can’t help but smile to myself. We’ve come a long way from where we started, and now, looking at this space, it feels like we’re ready for what comes next. Parenthood. Together.
I’m standing in the kitchen, mixing pancake batter as the scent of fresh coffee fills the air. It’s a Sunday morning, and we’ve both got the day off. I look over at Blossom as she lounges in the living room, her feet propped up on the couch, a comfortable blanket draped across her legs.
She told me that her mother watchedBlossomover and over again while she was pregnant, so we have been working our way through the series together when we have time. She has an episode queued up on the TV so that we can watch it once I’m done making us something to eat.
I glance over at her and see that she has her new laptop with the extra-large screen on her lap. I presume she’s editing images from the last photoshoot she did.
“Hey,” I call out to her, stirring the batter in a bowl, “You need to relax today. You’ve been working hard at the bar. Take a break from editing those pictures.”
She groans, lifting her head just enough to look at me, then shifts uncomfortably, running her hands over her belly. “I know, but I want to get these done while I have the energy. I feel like all I do is sleep lately, whether I want to or not.”
I chuckle. She has been falling asleep nearly every time she sits down. It’s a little comical, but she doesn’t appreciate me making fun of her about it.
“I don’t know, Noah,” she goes on, stretching her back again, “I feel like I’m getting so big behind the bar. I’m waddling around like a penguin. It’s embarrassing.”
I chuckle softly, walking over to her. I can’t help but smile as I lean down to kiss the top of her head. “You’re the cutest pregnant lady I’ve ever seen,” I say, my arms wrapping around her in a hug, pulling her close. “You’re carrying our triplets, Blossom. You don’t have to work if you don’t want to. We’ve got this.”
She laughs, but I can see the worry still in her eyes. “I don’t want to feel like I’m slacking off.”
“It’s not slacking,” I reassure her, kissing her forehead. “But your health and the babies come first. So, if you want to stay home and relax today, that’s what you’re going to do.”
She sighs and shakes her head, though I know deep down she appreciates the offer. “Okay, fine. But only because you’re insisting.”
I laugh, then go back to making breakfast. I want her to feel pampered, to enjoy this time before everything changes.
