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Fatherhood. Marriage.
Love.
All kinds of love.
“Parker?” Fallon’s brows furrowed together.
I leaned in and kissed her stomach softly. “I want this baby, Fallon. I want it almost as much as I want you. She isn’t an obligation or a duty. Neither are you. You’re both my purpose. My life. My loves.”
Tears filled her eyes, and she sat up, grabbed my face, and kissed me. Then, she murmured against my lips, “Your words are almost enough to take me over the edge by themselves, Parker. I don’t want that. I want to go over with you inside me. As one person. One unit. Our own little team.”
I stripped out of the tuxedo as fast as possible. She watched while I did, taking in every inch of me, including the one part that was straining to make her mine.
“I’m clean, Fallon. I’ve been tested, but do you want me to wear a condom?”
She stared at me for a moment. “All my tests came back negative from the ER, and I don’t think I can get pregnant twice.”
For a moment, it took the magic from the air—the reason she was pregnant.
But I refused to let any of that ugliness bleed into our night. So I joined her on the bed, resuming the caressing and worshipping I’d started and forcing her to focus on only the beauty in this room with the two of us coming together.
As my fingers danced and glided along her skin, she writhed, arching into me, gasping for air, and making a slight humming sound I wanted to hear on repeat for the rest of my life.
“Now, Parker,” she demanded.
I stopped, whispering in her ear, “Say it, Wife.”
“Bae, I’m going to be really unhappy if you don’t finish what you started soon.”
“Say it, and we’ll both be far more than happy. We’ll be ecstatic.”
Her eyes flashed, that last, defiant piece of her refusing to give in. And I wanted her to keep that fierce independence, but I also wanted her to know she was safe to let go. That it was okay to let someone else drive. To have control. Here, she could give in, and it didn’t make her less. It only madeusmore.
She turned her head, bit my shoulder, and dug her fingernails into my hips as she pressed our cores together. “Parker…”
It was the most erotic beg I’d ever heard. And I almost caved. I almost thrust into her and took what was mine so I could give her what was hers.
I bit her ear, nipped at her neck, and allowed my fingers to slide inside that wet heat.
Taunting. Tormenting. Taking her up yet again but never over the edge.
When I could almost feel the quiver of her around my fingers, I stopped once again and whispered, “Say it, Wife.”
She slammed her palm down on the mattress. “Fine.” Amber eyes met my steel ones. It wasn’t the desire I focused on. It was the complete and utter love as she finally caved. “Husband.”
I pushed into her in one hard thrust. She gasped in pleasure, her inner walls already clenching.
“Hold on, Wife. We have to catch the wave before we can ride it to shore,” I said.
I’d never felt anything like this. My senses were on complete overload. The scent of her and me and the flowers. The mix of colors from her and the room. The warm flicker of the candles. The sound of skin sliding and the panting of breaths. It all twined into something unworldly, bigger than either of us. A power that filled the room as two became one. As souls touched. As hearts joined.
When she reached the peak, when she was already crying out and chantinghusbandas I’d promised she would, I lost all control. I was nothing but sensation, raw and wild and beautiful. And as I went over the peak, slamming into her one final time and letting go, I was blinded by love and light and hope.
Chapter Thirty-three
Fallon
HOW DO I LIVE
