Page 6 of Paradox
“Ba…by Jeee…sus, you’re good at that.”
My husband chuckles from the foot of the bed, his fingers moving to a different spot.
“You like that, baby doll?”
My lids flutter closed, head pressing into the pillow as he applies the perfect amount of pressure. He adjusts my feet, finding an even better angle.
“Yes, right there.”
He chuckles again. “Babe, you keep talking like that and making those sounds, this is going to go in a whole new direction.”
“Shut up and keep rubbing, biker boy. Your kids are the reason my feet are so swollen.”
“Watch that smart mouth, biker girl. I’m not above putting you over my knee.”
“Yeah, right.” I scoff. “You wouldn’t even if you could.”
Usually, I enjoy a good spanking, but I’m so huge, there’s no way he could manage to do what he’s threatening.
“Try me,” he dares.
He presses those magical fingers into the ball of my foot, and any attempt at a smartass comment is forgotten. I purr like a cat.
“Gage….”
“Fuck, babe.”
Looking down, I catch him adjusting his dick. He’s hurting. I know he is, because I am, too. It’s been a month since we’ve made love. I’m not exactly on bed rest, but I might as well be. I can’t get very far before I need to take a break, and Dr. E has warned me to take things easy because I’ve been having issues with my blood pressure.
“I know.”
He lies next to me, resting on his elbow and propping his head on a fist. His free hand curls over my belly.
“Any day now, baby doll. Won’t be long before we get to meet our little angels.”
“It still seems surreal. I can’t believe I’m going to be a mother.”
“Shit. I can’t believe it either.”
“Yeah.” I chuckle. “The man who said he’d never have kids ends up getting two in one try.”
“That was before I met you, doll. Now I can’t wait to have a bunch of our kids running around.”
“You’ll be an awesome father, Gage.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you’re an amazing husband, and I know you love me… loveus.” I lay my hand on top of his that’s resting on my belly.
“Babe, I want you to know that I’m trying to make a better,saferlife for us, for our kids. I’m getting the club out of the protection runs.”
“You are?”
“Yeah. The bakery in town? It’s for sale, and we put in an offer for it.”
“Really?” I’m not able to keep the optimism from my voice.
“Really. I’m looking into more legit businesses, things that won’t get us into trouble, or dead.”
