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Chapter Twenty-Four

JANE

I run my hand over my round belly. I feel, well, just round all over. My breasts are swollen and sore to the touch, and my belly is so big. I’m due any day now.

Back when I lived on Earth, I remember women worrying about having babies because there was only one doctor for the whole town. Here, we have an entire medical facility and a hospital with more advanced technology. More than that, I don’t fear someone ignoring my pain and treating me as if I exist solely to have a baby. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I completely understand that giving birth to the heir of the royal family is important. But being somewhere where women are loved and savored is incredible.

I walk from our bedroom out to the kitchen, where Asher is getting juice for me. He turns, his eyes meeting mine from across the room. Even now when I feel frumpy and round, there’s heat in his gaze.

“How are you feeling this morning?” He sets the glass of juice down on the counter and turns to face me as I approach.

He stops in front of me, leaning down to dust a kiss on my neck. Goose bumps rise on my skin because I’m enthralled to my husband.

“Ready to pop,” I tease when he lifts his head.

He slides his palm over my belly, his touch soothing and protective. “The doctor said any day now,” he murmurs.

Just then, I feel an intense sensation, and wetness spills between my thighs. “I think my water broke!” I burst out.

What follows is a blur. Asher rushes me to the medical facility. Blessedly, the birth lasts less than six hours. Asher is with me through all of it. When it’s finally over and I hear the healthy cry of our baby, I roll my head to the side and meet Asher’s gaze. He squeezes my hand.

“It’s a boy,” the doctor announces.

Moments later, they lay my baby boy on my chest, and I hold him close, my eyes landing on his tiny tail. I smile at Asher.

That night, we’re resting in bed. Asher has basically been my servant since we got home from the medical facility. A nurse had come with us and made sure everything was set up for us and the baby.

I’m still exhausted from the birth. I look over at Asher as he rolls to his side, his hand smoothing my hair away from my forehead. “My princess,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss on my cheek. “Rest now.”

I fall into a sleep.

It’s been a full two months, and my body has been recovering from giving birth. Our baby is healthy at home and growing so fast that I can’t even believe it. Our baby boy is named after Asher, and we call him Ash.

Meanwhile, my doctor has just told me that I’m cleared for full activity again. I never,nevercould’ve imagined being sodesperate to be with a man again that I almost ignored my doctor’s orders. But now, I’m clear.

I hurry into our home, where Asher is standing in the kitchen. His eyes lock with mine. Before I can ask, he says, “Ash just went down for a nap.”

I practically skip across the room, stopping in front of him. “We’re clear,” I murmur.

He reaches for me, pulling me close. I feel the swollen length of his arousal pressing against my belly. “Oh, thank you,” he murmurs.

In a fiery second, we’re kissing and tearing at each other’s clothes. Asher looks at me, lifting me onto the counter. We still have a thing for desks and counters.

My breasts are aching, and I cry out when he teases my nipples with his mouth. My pussy pulses with every beat of my heart.

“Please,” I rasp.

He draws away. “I need you,” he growls.

I see his cock, swollen and proud, with cum rolling down the length as he steps closer.

“You have me,” I whisper as his fingers tease around my slippery, swollen clit.

Asher

Chapter Twenty-Five

ASHER

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