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She cries out as she shatters around me, completely losing herself as her orgasm hits her with full force. All it takes is to feel her clenching around me, moaning my name, to send me over the edge with her. I spill myself into her, slowly fucking her until we’re fully satiated and she’s filled with my cum.

I slowly ease out of her, lying behind her for a moment as we catch our breaths. The vibrator lies on the bed beside her, buzzing around on the mattress as she struggles to regulate her breathing. Leaning over her, I grab it and turn it off, but Riley takes it from me before she heads into the bathroom.

She comes back into the room and I’m transfixed by the way she looks right now. She’s completely naked, her hand instinctively drifting across her stomach. Her gaze meets mine and she walks toward me, climbing in front of me on the bed.

I wrap my arm around her and we lie in a comfortable silence as I bury my face against her neck. My hand trails over her stomach, my fingers stroking her skin.

“How soon after you have him do you think you’ll be ready for another baby?"

She’s quiet for a second and I wonder if she fell asleep.

“What?”

A smirk pulls on my lips. “I’ve always imagined fucking you, but doing it while you’re pregnant is a whole different fantasy I never knew I had.” I press my lips against the nape of her neck. “After you have him, I want to put a baby in your belly.”

“You’re insane,” she says after a moment, a soft laugh escaping her. Sleep hangs heavily in her voice and she lets out a yawn. “You know that, right?”

“One day, Riley,” I promise, murmuring the words against her skin.

“You're crazy,” she says, her voice barely audible as her breathing grows even and she starts to drift off.

“Crazy for you,” I tell her, but I’m not sure if she hears me. I relish the way she feels, naked and pressed against me. She just fits and I know this is all I want.

This is all I’lleverwant.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

RILEY

Squinting my eyes, I attempt to find some kind of relief from the nagging pain in my head. It’s been lingering for a few days now and no matter what I take for it, it just doesn’t seem to help. It may dull the ache a bit, but it still lingers. My body feels exhausted from fighting against it, and I resist the urge to just curl up on the couch with a pillow and blanket.

As I head into the kitchen, a smile lifts my lips when I see a bouquet of flowers sitting on the table. I don’t know when Nash put them there with how busy his day was with their morning skate and game-day routine. He left about a few hours ago when I was lying down to take a nap. The guys rotate whose house they’re having their pre-game meal at and today it is at Rowan’s house.

I haven’t been feeling well since I woke up this morning and spent most of the day in bed. Nash was concerned when he left, but I assured him I was fine. He insisted I stay home during tonight’s game so I can rest and I didn’t object to the idea.

As I go to move toward where the flowers are, the strangest thing happens as I turn my head. The light shining above in the kitchen leaves a long trail, moving with my line of sight.

I blink three times, my vision returning to normal as I walk over to the table to smell the flowers. It’s the prettiest arrangement and I find a small card tucked inside.

If I remember correctly, when you first opened your flower shop, you told me that carnations are your favorite.

I hope they still are.

See you tonight.

Love, Nash

I read over his words two more times before tucking the small card back into the flowers. As I stare at them for a moment, I run my hand over my stomach, an unusual feeling engulfing me as I realize I haven’t felt the baby move at all today. I push my palm firmly against my belly where I know part of his body is. He doesn’t react at first, but I’m relieved when I feel him pushing back.

Moving slowly, I turn back around to the counter, my eyes doing the same thing with the trails of light. A sigh escapes me, worry rolling in the pit of my stomach as I let my eyelids fall shut once more, attempting to get my vision to cooperate.

I don’t know what the hell is going on, but all of this is extremely unusual for me. None of the symptoms of PoTS have ever been like this. Abandoning the idea of eating any food, I move over to the other side of the counter where the small blood pressure cuff is and I slide it over my wrist as I find the paperwork the doctor gave me with different symptoms to keep an eye out for.

My eyes scan the paper as I feel the cuff squeezing my arm. Every single symptom I’ve been experiencing is written as clear as day on this paper.

Fuck. This isn’t good at all.

The blood pressure cuff deflates and beeps at me. I glance at it, expecting to see a number on it, but instead there’s an error message. My eyebrows scrunch as I press the button and try again, waiting for it to work this time, but it does the same exact thing.

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