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As much as I admire Tristan the father-to-be, it’s Tristan Thorne the man who astounds me with his passion, his commitment, his presence.
The way he looks at me makes me feel alive.
The way he supports me makes me feel powerful.
The way we are together feels right.
CHAPTER 38
TRISTAN
At exactly eight forty-five, I whisper in Ligaya’s ear. “Fifteen minutes to wrap up.”
She tilts her head to catch my gaze. With a raised brow, she pipes, “Or what?”
We’re standing close together, keeping our conversation private.
“Or I’m carrying my baby mama out of here so I can run her a bath at home.”
“Throw in a foot massage and I’ll be done in ten minutes.”
“Deal.”
True to her word, Ligaya shoos the kids out and locks the auditorium before nine. I convince her to leave her SUV at the school since I’m staying over and can drive her back in the morning. The car is so quiet while driving, I’m not sure if she’s fallen asleep.
Once parked, I go to her side to help. Maybe even lift her in my arms, if she’ll let me. God, Iwantto carry her. To literally and figuratively take the load from this hardworking, determined, beautiful woman.
“You look tired. Let me carry you in.”
“I’m so heavy.”
My mouth opens. “Now I’m going to have to prove you aren’t.”
I carry her in my arms and use my hip to shut the car door. Her arms are tight around my neck and her breasts bounce slightly against my chest. I could stay like this all night. We’ve been together for hours, and yet my quota of closeness is nowhere near filled.
Once inside, I put her on the couch and start a bath, making sure the water is perfect as the bubbles foam. My hand is in the water for a final check when I call out.
“It’s ready!”
“So am I.” Ligaya is standing by the door in nothing but an open robe. The tight skin of her belly and the pert fullness of her breasts belong to a goddess. She takes my breath away.
I stand up to cup her face. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmur before pressing my lips to hers.
She tastes like the lemonade she had with her salad. I can’t help delving deeper. She kisses me back, making sexy sounds and rubbing the back of my head. Her robe falls to the floor, and she grabs my hard cock. I wrap a hand around her wrist to stall the movement.
“Gonna take care of you first. Someone needs a foot rub.”
Guiding her to the bathtub is an exercise in restraint because all I want to do is squeeze her ass and bury my face between her breasts.
Not yet.
First bubble bath, then foot rub, and if all goes well, tasting her skin all night long.
I’ve been reading pregnancy blogs and am therefore well informed of the benefits of bath support pillows and relaxing candles. That’s only the beginning of my notes app. Other items include:
Hire a house cleaner for when it gets harder for Ligaya to move around
Soothing bath bombs (that’s Toby’s suggestion)
