Page 94 of Bargain with the Irish Devil

Declan’s arm is around my waist, helping me up the stairs. He didn’t even like me climbing them. It was only yesterday that he allowed me to go up or down the stairs without him carrying me.

My breasts ache. “Damn it, I’m making a mess. Can you help me, please? Grab the pump, please.” I sigh as I work to get my dress off. “My breasts are hurting, they’re so full.”

As usual, Declan helps me get settled with the pump and the two bottles I’m doing at one time. Once they’re full, he’s quick to take them and put the lids on them.

Declan is offering me another bottle. Shaking my head, I lay my hand on his cheek. Understanding, he nods. The moment I feel the air from his breath it sends a wet heat to the apex of my thighs. When he begins suckling, I fight not to moan at what it does to me.

Wrong, god, this is so wrong. Both hands are in his hair, holding him to me. I shouldn’t—I know this is bad so very bad. Two fingers are there, no. “I’m still bleeding.” I whisper.

When I should be saying, stop. This is wrong. Oh god. Oh, oh god. Yes. Thank you. Thank you, Declan, oh my god.

“I’m aware. And I told you, it doesn’t bother me.” His mouth at my ear drives me crazy. “That’s it. God, you’re so beautiful when you break apart for me.”

Right, he’s aware because he’s the one who has helped me changed the god-awful thick pads since I came home from the hospital.

Sucking deeper, those fingers toy with my swollen clitoris before tipping me over into the waves of pleasure.

When I can find words, I nuzzle into him.

“It feels wrong…for it to, for me to want what I do,” I admit.

“You might be a mom. You’re also a woman with needs, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” The words slide down my neck.

“I’m sorry. I realized yesterday I’ve kind of forgotten everything but Killian.” I wince as I remember I hadn’t even known when he left the other day when I saw him coming back.

“That’s okay. Normally, fighting for the attention of my beautiful wife would be a trial but seeing how much you love him—I guess I can put up with it.”

I’m so damn lucky, and I will not forget that when I’m finally able to thank him properly.

Three weeks after Killian is born, we get to take him home. I feel like I should be shocked over how sweet and gentle Declan is with our son. Except I’m not. Declan is as much of an amazing father as he is a husband. The same way he is patient and takes care of me, he does the same with Killian.

Declan is up in the middle of the night feeding the baby, and the moment he’s through the front door, he has Killian in his arms. Between him, Aoife, and Aoife’s daughter, I rarely got tired or needed to say a word to get help with Killian.

Aoife is moved in and upstairs with us. Although we’ve talked about her moving into the apartment downstairs. Her daughter loses her job a month after we bring Killian home and comes to clean from what Aoife couldn’t while Aoife helped us. Declan shrugged and said it was better than hiring a nanny.

It's frustrating as hell that when I’m given the six-week clearance to make love to my husband, my doctor warns me the incision isn’t good yet. So technically, it’s yes, but actually, no, I’m not allowed to make love—unless I wanted to worry about complications. I’m more upset about it than Declan is.

“I told you,” Declan murmurs as Whitney smiles from me to him.

“Ah, so you’re not here to be a good daddy. You’re here because you knew your wife was going to lie to you.” Whitney questions him.

He nods. “She has a way of getting what she wants.”

She laughs. “Yeah, because you give it to her.”

His shrug is his admission. “Because she deserves it. But not this time.”

I get the warning from him and nod. “Fine. So when, then?”

“When it doesn’t feel like it’s going to open on you. You know exactly when.” Whitney lifts her own eyebrow.

“Fine.” I sigh.

Back at home, I check on Killian before my own nap. I should have been napping when he was, but he’s going to wake in a half hour or so, and Declan won’t let me take him—so I might as well go to bed.

Declan is back from the walk-in closet with a nightgown that stretches easily, and I’ve gotten five more since I came home with Killian, I like them so much.

“Come on, love. It’s fine.”

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