Page 113 of Rebel Heart
“Cuddling up on the couch with you every evening and sharing desserts. I love it so much. And I love you. And I don’t want to hear you ever say one bad thing about the way you look. Because it’s insulting. Nobody talks about my wife like that. She’s extraordinary.”
Jules tipped her chin down, a small smile playing at her lips. “What is this thing about you fighting the urge to get down on your knees to worship me?”
A lazy smile spread across my face. “Angel,” I said, like she’d just asked the most ridiculous question I’d ever heard. How could she not know?
I decided it was best just to show her. So, I sank to my knees, dragged her underwear down her legs, and worshipped every inch of her body with my mouth. And only after I’d brought her to the height of pleasure did I rise, position myself behind her, and meet her gaze in the mirror, so she could watch as I slid myself between her legs, entered her body, and took us both there.
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JULES
JULES - TWO WEEKS LATER
After spending entirely toomuch time in the closet attempting to find something appropriate and comfortable to wear, I’d decided on an outfit and stepped out into the bedroom.
“I’m ready.”
Beau, relaxing on the bed, smirked. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. It took me a little longer than I thought, but…” I glanced down at my outfit before focusing my attention on him again. “This looks cute, right?”
He did an ab curl and got up off the bed. As he closed the distance between us, he said, “You could make anything look great, Jules. You look fantastic.”
Surprisingly, I believed him.
After his demonstration in the bathroom a couple of weeks ago, it would’ve been difficult to question the sincerity in those words. Beau had an appreciation for theway I looked now, and he’d truly savored every stage of this pregnancy.
“Alright. Well, I just need to put my shoes on, and we can go pick up Rosie.”
With the addition of my two part-time employees, it had really freed up a lot of my time at the bakery. A few weeks ago, Beau had asked about my schedule for December, because he wanted us to be able to take Rosie out for a day of Christmas fun. He’d planned a meeting with Santa, gingerbread house building, and a spot where we’d be able to meet Santa’s reindeer.
It was a surprise he’d planned for her, which was enough to have me ready to burst into tears, and I was so excited to see the look on her face when we showed up at her house to take her out for a day of fun.
What I loved most about it was how this seemed to be something that was happening regularly. Ever since I’d wound up in the hospital roughly two months ago, the change in the family dynamics had been tremendous. We’d celebrated Thanksgiving with the entire family, and it was like Beau had been there all along. Everything was just as I’d hoped it would be from the start.
Beau gave me a soft peck on the lips and said, “Before we leave, I have something I want to show you.”
“Oooh, a surprise?”
He chuckled. “I guess you could call it that.”
I held out my hands. “Okay. What is it?”
Instead of placing something in my palms, he took me by the hand and led me out of the bedroom. “It won’t fit in yourhands.”
My eyes rounded, and a thrill of excitement moved through me. “This is getting better and better by the second. Are we even going to be able to go pick up Rosie after this?”
He came to a stop and sent a confused look my way. “Why wouldn’t we?”
I shrugged, feigning innocence. “I’m just saying that it seems like this is a big surprise. And big surprises deserve big rewards. Maybe we’ll be late to pick up our niece.”
Beau’s gaze darkened, but he didn’t reveal the thoughts that went through his mind. Instead, he reached out and put his hand on the doorknob to the spare bedroom and pushed it open.
A moment later, tears clouded my vision as the disbelief took hold. “What… How… When did you do this?”
“I’ve been keeping myself busy whenever you’re at work.”
About a month ago, Beau and I had been discussing our plans for the nursery. Ultimately, it boiled down to me telling him that I hoped to get everything in order for it after the holiday season, in the month that remained before the baby would arrive, but that I mostly wasn’t concerned, because the baby would be with us for those first few months anyway.
