Page 4 of If You Could Only Dream
I had already put out the drinks and napkins, and I sat waiting for Denise to finish putting together our roast beef sandwiches so we could eat a nice, quiet lunch.
When she turned around, with a plate in each hand, my eyes automatically dropped to her waist and my heart dropped, like it always did, when saw her little baby bump. I ignored the subject of Gabriel and Justice long enough to say, “You shouldn’t be doing manual labor, Dibtab,” I grumbled. “I hate watching you do stuff.”
She rolled her damn eyes again and set the plates down. “I’m four months pregnant, Aiden,” she chuckled. “I’m hardly an invalid. And making lunch is not manual labor.”
“I disagree,” I argued.
“You’re also nuts, so your opinion doesn’t hold much value in the real world,” she countered. I didn’t comment on her warped way of thinking. Instead, my eyes followed her as she made her way around the island to come sit next to me. “And how many times do I have to tell you to quit calling me that ridiculous name?”
I stood up and pulled the stool out for her and scooched her back in place before sitting back down. “If Michael and Gabriel can call you that, then so can I,” I retorted. “And quit trying to change the subject.”
She sighed as if talking to me was exhausting or something. “Isn’t it enough that all of our children will grow up together?”
It was true. Shane was about to pop any day now with their first child, and Gabriel and Justice were six months along, while we were only four months along, effectively putting us in third place.
And, yes, this was a goddamn race. If Mason and Shane had the first baby girl in the family, Denise had better run.
Or waddle, as would be the case here.
I knew most guys wanted boys to carry on their last name and legacy, but I wanted a little girl so damn badly. I wanted 17 trillion little girls with dark brown ringlets, light caramel complexions and smiles that lit up my entire world.
It really wasn’t too much to ask.
I mean, really.
Denise finished chewing and swallowed a bit of her food before adding, “Besides, I’d think you’d be happy with that godawful orange nursery you decorated,” she grimaced.
I don’t know what my family had against the color orange.
My lunch completely forgotten, I kept eyeing my wife until there was only one thing she could do to make this right. “How are you feeling today?”
She paused, her sandwich stopped midway towards her mouth, and looked over at me. “I’m fine,” she replied warily.
“Good,” I smirked. “How about we put lunch on hold for a while and you let me have my way with your delectable body?”
I saw how she tried to hide her smile, but even if her face hadn’t betrayed her, her eyes always did. Denise fought me a lot when I first went after her, but once she gave in, it didn’t take much to get her naked beneath me. “I don’t know,” she hedged, pretending to be thinking it over. “This is a damn good sandwich, Aiden. You really should try it.”
I was off my barstool and her ass was perched on the kitchen island before she even knew what hit her. “I know exactly what I want to try, baby.”
Chapter 4
Denise Buchanan~
I was such a sucker for this man.
It didn’t help any that he was hot as sin and could create miracles with that penis of his, either.
Aiden stepped in between my legs and I shamelessly opened my legs farther apart, not hesitating at all. Lately, I’ve been wearing light dresses and skirts because my baby bump was more prominent and the dresses and skirts felt more comfortable, and, thank God, I opted for that fashion choice today.
I ran my hands up his arms until I anchored them around his neck. “What did you have in mind?”
His hands slid up my thighs until they rested on my hips. “I was thinking I could spread you wide and eat you for lunch.”
It sounded like a damn good idea to me. “Hmm…that’s got me kind of rethinking my earlier assertion of labeling you nuts.”
Aiden smiled, and it was so full of love and adoration, it reminded me never to take him for granted. “Oh, but I am,” he teased. “I’m nuts about you.”
And I knew it to be the truth.
