Page 41 of Falling for You

I’m having a room made up for Huddy, and I’ve also got the decorators to add some touches that are all Penelope. I’ll do anything to get her, fucking anything, and if she isn’t happy with the penthouse, then the house that I’m having built near Dylan’s will hopefully be more her style. By the time we move in, his bitch wife will hopefully be gone.

He finally decided not to wait for fate and hired a private detective, something I wish I’d thought of to find Penelope.

If Xanthe is cheating to get pregnant, he’ll find out.

When my Firecracker doesn’t answer me, I look up, and everything in me softens. I see her asleep on the couch, hugging the pillow I use while our son kicks his legs in his bassinet, now wide awake, just like he was at two this morning.

Smiling, I quietly walk over to them. “Hey buddy,” I whisper, and he squeals seeing me, kicking his legs harder, making me chuckle a little.

He’s two months old and so fucking perfect.

I look at Pen, and I smile, seeing she is zonked, so quietly, I pick up our son and walk into the kitchen.

“Okay, Hudson, let’s make momma some food, shall we?” I sit him in his little chair thingy now that he’s holding his head up, which is apparently earlier than normal, according to my girl.

Hudson grins at me, and I can’t help but grin back as I gently shake his hand before turning to the refrigerator. I grab his cold ring and hand it to him, which he instantly puts in his mouth, making me chuckle.

Shaking my head, I grab the chicken and all the ingredients Penelope bought for a homemade curry. Then I grab my phone and put on children’s songs. I try my fucking hardest to entertain my boy while prepping a meal for his momma.

An hour later, the curry is simmering on the stove, and I’m giving Hudson a bottle of breast milk.

“I really don’t know how your momma does it buddy,” I murmur as he sucks his bottle like he hasn’t eaten in a month. “Trying to cook and watch you, it’s not easy, is it?” I continue, and he grins around the bottle before yawning and then sucking again, and I smile a little.

“I have help,” a sweet voice rasps, and I look up to see Penelope sitting up on the couch, her hair a tangled mess. She’s in sweats and still looks sleepy, yet she has never looked more beautiful.

I give her a sweet smile and remind her, “Not all the time.”

She shrugs like it's nothing, but it’s not. The woman is fucking amazing.

“How was practice,” she asks as she stands, running her fingers through her hair before walking over to us.

“It was good. Seth finally got the better of Levi, and I ended up in the boards,” I admit with a smile, and she chuckles.

“I bet Levi loved that,” she says with a smile as she gently cradles our son's head as he grips her hair in his fist while continuing to suck down his milk, making her giggle.

Every day, I tell her about the guys, practice, and my family. I want her to feel like she’s a part of my world, and she is, but isn’t at the same time. It’s like she’s standing just on the outside, waiting for me to pull her in.

“He may have cursed – a lot,” I admit, making her giggle again.

Fuck me, that sound is amazing.

Hudson finishes his bottle, I remove it from his mouth and pass it to his momma. Then, I lift him over my shoulder before I gently rub his back and pat him. I look at my gorgeous girl and say, “Why don’t you sit and relax? I’ll put him to bed, then we can have a glass of wine before dinner, you can tell me about your day.”

She looks at me with awe, a look I always want from her, and admits, “I need to pump…”

Now why does that make my cock twitch?

Fuck.

I nod, “All right then, pump, and I’ll put him down.”

That said, I kiss her head, lingering for a moment, then move away from her before I pull her into me and walk to the hallway, all while I think horrible thoughts to keep my cock under control.

Eleven months and fucking counting since I’ve been inside her sweet pussy, and my cock is reminding me.

Twenty minutes later, I carefully close her bedroom door and walk into the living area. My eyes go straight to Pen as she walks away from the sink, and I lick my lips.

I can’t wait any longer.

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