Page 41 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1
Bonus Epilogue
Callum
Five Years Later
“Daddy says you should be resting,” Elsie scolds, hands on her hips as she glares at her mama.
She’s the spitting image of Lily, with her chestnut hair, cute little nose, and bow mouth. But she has my silver eyes and bossy temperament. She’s only four years old but takes no shit from anyone—not even her pregnant mama.
“I’ll rest in a minute, baby girl. I have to finish this first,” Lily replies, folding a pile of laundry on the bed.
My curvy angel is past her due date with our second baby—a little boy. It took us a little longer to getpregnant the second time around due to some fertility issues after Elsie was born. If I had my way, I’d have my wife constantly pregnant because she looks so fucking hot when her belly’s round with our babies.
Lily’s first anniversary present to me was the news that we were pregnant with our baby girl. Needless to say, no more work got done that day. I promptly took my wife home and spent the next twelve hours worshipping her gorgeous body and fucking her senseless.
Knowing our family was about to expand, I had Ashton’s company design and build us a house on a plot of land on the outskirts of San Antonio. We have tons of space for the kids to run around in, and our nearest neighbors are a half-mile away, which suits us fine, as we value our privacy.
We were besotted with her when Elsie came along a little under eight months after our first anniversary. Every day, I fall more in love with my wife and daughter. When I met Lily, all my stars aligned. I thought I couldn’t be any happier when I finally made her mine, but my ring on her finger and my baby in her belly. But with each passing year, our love continues to grow—and now, after three years of trying, our little family is also about to grow.
Which means my wife is nesting with a vengeance. Getting her to sit down for any length of time, despite being almost two weeks past her due date, is proving almost impossible. She has a stubborn streak a mile wide, and sometimes it takes a particular kind of…persuasionto get her to give in and rest—the kind of persuasion that ends up being mutually satisfying.
“Daddy, tell her,” Elsie frowns at me as I make my way down the hallway, pointing a small finger at her mommy.
“Uh, oh!” Lily mutters. “Is Daddy home already?”
“Yes, Daddy’s home, which means you’re well and truly rumbled,” I glower at my wife. “What happened to staying in bed today and resting?”
Elsie holds her arms up to me as I enter the bedroom, where she’s standing guard over her mama. I scoop her up, making her giggle as I blow a raspberry on her neck. She may be a fierce little warrior, but she’s still her daddy’s little princess.
“Mommy says her back hurts. Daddy rub it better, like last night?” Elsie asks innocently.
My eyes meet Lily’s over our daughter’s head, and we exchange a smile. It wasn’t her back I was rubbing better, but we had to come up with aquick excuse for the moans that woke Elsie up last night. My wife has had a voracious sexual appetite while she’s been pregnant—not that I’m complaining—but I think I’m going to have to get our bedroom soundproofed so we don’t keep waking the kids up in the future.
“Why don’t you go on downstairs while I rub Mommy’s back, Princess,” I say, ruffling Elsie’s hair playfully.
“Did you bring me sumfink, Daddy?” she asks, looking at me hopefully.
“Yes, Princess, I bought you one of those cookies you like. It’s on the kitchen table,” I reply, dropping a kiss on the end of her nose.
“Wash your hands!” Lily calls after her as Elsie wriggles out of my arms and races towards the stairs. “And don’t run!”
“’Kay, Mama!” she calls from halfway down the stairs.
I close the door behind me and flip the lock, prowling towards my wife. She’s wearing black leggings and an oversized t-shirt with ‘Baby on Board’ across the front. The material is stretched over her swollen stomach, and she looks sexy as hell.My cock springs to life even though she jumped my bones in the middle of the night last night and rode me like a champ.
“What part of taking it easy do you not understand?” I challenge, plucking the laundry from her hands and tossing it into the basket at the side of the bed.
Lily places her hands on her hips, glaring at me, much like our daughter glared at her moments ago. “I can’t lie down all day. I’ll go insane.”
“I know, Angel, but it’s only a few more days. Everything is planned. If you don’t go into labor naturally in the next forty-eight hours, they’ll take you in and induce you,” I remind her patiently. “So enjoy this time to relax. This is the calm before the storm.”
She sighs in resignation. “Okay, I’ll lie down on one condition.”
I quirk an eyebrow at her. “Which is?”
“You lie down underneath me.”
“Oh? And why would I want to do that?” I tease, playing along.
