Page 62 of Reckless and Rooted
felicity
It’slate by the time we make it home from our many Thanksgiving dinners, and I can’t remember the last time I felt so complete. And so full.
“Why did you let me eat the second piece of pumpkin pie?” I groan, stepping into my bathroom and peeling off the dress I wore all day. It was a comfortable sweater-material dress, but even it felt tight after three full Thanksgiving meals, plus dessert.
“One piece was for you,” Jax replies, sounding more amused than he should. I glare at him in the mirror, and he grins right back, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway. “The second piece was for little man there.” He nods to my belly, and I roll my eyes, smiling at the comment.
“It’s not a boy. I’m telling you, I feel like it’s a girl.” I rub said belly, seeing myself in the mirror and telling myself to admire the way that my body is changing.
It wasn’t an easy thing to do. My bodywaschanging, and not all of it felt very nice, but I was doing everything I could to keep a positive mindset about it.
“Nope. It’s a boy,” Jax says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. Our eyes connect in the mirror. “I can feel it too, in my gut.”
I turn to face him, reveling in the feeling of his hands sliding against my bare skin. The intimacy of the moment felt good. “Are we going to discuss your comment from earlier?”
Jax smiles, rubbing his hands over me in a slow and sensual way, his forehead nearly touching my own. “Which comment would that be?”
I drop my shoulders and give him a deadpanned look that makes him grin wider. “You know what comment, mister.”
“About you having in-laws?”
I push his shoulder with my finger. “Yes, that one.”
“What would you like to discuss?” he asks, slipping his hands over my shoulders and massaging the tension out of them. He moves then, walking to my large tub—that was completely worth the money I spent—and running a bath.
“Just the fact that you basically announced to your cousin that we were getting married.” I phrase it almost like a question, and he doesn’t seem to be bothered in the least that that’s what he did. Not that I was bothered by it, but it absolutely caught me off guard.
Jax stands, wiping his hands on a towel after checking the water temp. I wasn’t dismissing the fact that the man had taken care of me every moment today. Heck, since he found out I am pregnant, he has bent over backward to make sure I am comfortable. After our first night together, he helped me finish painting the nursery.
When my furniture set for the living room came, he wouldn’t let me lift a finger and set everything up, listening to me change my mind about where I wanted everything to go at least ten times before I liked it, and he never once complained.
My bedframe came just yesterday, and by the time Ezra brought me home for the evening, the entire set was up and cozy.
Jax moves to stand in front of me again, his eyes raking over my nearly naked body, making the heat between my legs intensify without barely any thought.
Another downside, or perk, depending on how you look at it, is the way pregnancy made me one horny lady.
“I have no problem announcing to the world what I want in life,” he says, hooking his fingers into the sides of my underwear. “As far as I’m concerned, you and I are end game.” He takes a knee in front of me, my butt resting against the edge of the vanity. “This baby just speeds it up a little, City, but I’ve always known that I could and wanted to spend my life with you.”
My eyes snap to his, and I realize that my eyes closed while I felt his fingers trailing down my legs. My thighs already tremble at the thoughts of what he plans to do while on his knees. My panties discarded, I keep my eyes on his and rake my nails through his hair.
“How can you be so sure about me?” I ask, a hint of hesitancy in my tone.
I’m not scared of being with Jax. But I am a little nervous that when the baby comes, he might change his mind on what he wants.
That is unfair of me, I realize, because he isn’t the reason we didn’t work. I am. I ended this relationship. Jax wanted to keep it.
I had to have just a little more faith.
“I’ve never once doubted my love for you, City. And…” He pauses, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh, his strong, calloused hands hooking around the back of my knees. “I’ve never doubted your love for me, either.”
I open my eyes again and feel the threat of tears wanting to spill. “You haven’t?”
“Never,” he says, leaning forward until the heat of his mouth hits my center.
“I do love you, Jax. I always have.” I tremble out, my hand still in his hair and my other hand holding me up against the vanity.
“I know, baby.” He kisses me where I’m throbbing. The intensity of how slow he is moving makes me wish he would move, use a hand, a finger, a tongue, anything. “I love you, too.”
