Page 100 of Student Seduction
Wrapping my arms around her, I leaned over to see what was in the nest.
It was an egg, which I probably should’ve guessed but my dirty mind had been elsewhere. The oval shape had a pinkish marble outer shell.
“It’s beautiful, sweetheart.” And it was. There was something about the protective way the two birds held onto one another while leaning over the egg. Something familiar.
It was early, my mind was still sleepy and my sexy ass wife had caused a lust-filled fog to muddle my brain. But the pieces clicked together all at once.
Two months ago, I’d been promoted from an assistant coach to head coach of the Hurricanes and we’d gone out to celebrate. We’d celebrated all night long.
My wife had been tired for about two months.
I’d noticed how motherly she’d been with Toby, cuddling and coddling him, calling him sweet baby boy.
She was listening to lullabies and sculpting birds’ nests with eggs in them.
“Does this mean what I think it means?” I didn’t want to let too much excitement show in case I was wrong. Sometimes a birds’ nest was just a birds’ nest.
She sunk her teeth into her lower lip, urging all my blood to run south. “What do you think it means?”
“You’re pregnant?” I looked at the egg again. “And it’s a girl?”
Her face broke into a wide grin as she nodded. “We’repregnant. And it’s too soon to tell the sex. I just have this feeling it’s a girl.”
I wrapped my arms around her, lifting her off the ground gently. She laughed as I placed kisses all over her face.
“So you’re happy with this new development, Mr. Singleton?”
I sat her down on the table and moved to stand between her legs. “I’ve never been happier.”
“I was thinking,” she began. “I could be wrong, but if it’s a girl, how do you feel about naming her after our moms?”
My heart stuttered in my chest. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any luckier, my wife reminded me that there was no limit to her capacity to love.
“I would love that, baby. If you’re sure.”
She nodded. “Celeste Lorraine Singleton has a nice ring to it.”
We both stared down a the pink egg in the nest.
“Whatever we name her, I’m calling her princess,” I declared. “And she’s going to be the best damn ice hockey player in North Carolina.”
Emersyn scoffed playfully. “What if she wants to be an artist? Or a ballerina? Or a scientist? Or a fashion model?”
I pretended to contemplate this. “Then she will be the best damn ice hockey playing ballerina the world has ever seen.”
Her answering laugh was interrupted by me kissing her, again and again.
For a brief moment, I remembered a dark point in my life when I thought I’d lost her, lost my career, and had nothing to live for. I’d drank a lot, alone in my Airstream, surrounded by memories.
My brother’s engagement party all the way in New York was the last place I’d wanted to go. Until I’d heard she was going to be there for a Lupus benefit. Somehow, the universe led us back to one another. History had repeated itself and it was even better this time around.
I kissed her deeply, pouring all the love and appreciation I had for her into each meeting of our mouths as I laid her down on the table. Her legs locked around me as I ground my hips against her.
She moaned and I caught the sound with another kiss.
“I remember the first time I saw you,” I mumbled against her lips. In all these years, I’d never told her.
“You do?” She pulled back and her eyes widened.
