Page 81 of Second Draft

The noises she makes as her body begins the climb towards her climax nearly undoes me, and I crash my lips against hers, thrusting harder and faster, and kissing her like a man starved. She strains against me, her legs tightening around my hips.

Heavy lidded, face flushed, her head tilts back. Her body spasms around me, milking my cock and triggering my own release, until I’m spurting hard and deep inside her.

I gather her close and roll on my side, bringing her with me, burying my lips against her hair.

“I love you so fucking much it hurts, baby.”

“I know,” she says, still breathing hard, and grinning up at me.

And she does, which in its own right is a miracle.

“I love you too.” Her hands are on my chest, eyes alight with something I can’t decipher.

I drag my thumb across the line of her jaw. So fucking beautiful. There are some days when I still can’t believe how lucky I am.

Today is one of them.

She chews on her lip, tracing the patterns on my chest, one finger copying the letters of her and Joshua’s names that are printed over my heart.

“What are you thinking?”

“I was just wondering how you’re going to fit another name here.”

My brows draw down until I realize what she’s saying. We’ve been trying to have another baby for over a year now with no luck, and I’m almost afraid to ask. “Are you...”

“Yes.” The smile that lightens her face makes my chest tighten.

I plant a hard kiss on her lips, cupping her jaw in my hands.

“Are you happy?” she asks.

“God, yes.” I kiss her again, blinking back the tears that prick my eyes. Being a father is the second best thing in my life, the first being her husband.

“Daddy, Daddy.” There’s a rush of tiny footsteps clambering down the hall towards our room, causing both Layla and I to reach for our clothes.

I barely finish shoving my legs into my pants when Joshua’s tear-streaked face appears at our door. I scoop him up, and immediately his arms wrap tight around my neck.

“Monster in my closet,” he says, tightening his grip.

“There’s no monsters buddy,” I say, tickling him until his tears turn to full out belly laughs.

“I wanna sleep with you and Mommy.”

“Big boys sleep in their own beds,” Layla says sternly.

“Daddy sleeps in your bed.”

I chuckle, despite the look of warning Layla gives me. “That’s cause I’m married to Mommy.”

“Please,” he begs.

I grunt, and glance over at Layla who’s already sighing with resignation, because we both know that if we don’t let him, he’ll be crawling back into bed with us every twenty minutes.

“Give your mom a hug,” I say, putting him on the bed, and watching him scamper across and jump into Layla’s arms.

“Right to sleep,” she warns, brushing his light brown hair off his forehead.

I crawl in beside them and smile, despite knowing I’m probably not going to sleep much tonight. The kid is as active in his sleep as he is awake.

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