Page 61 of Wedding Games
‘Thought not.’ He placed the mug on the bedside table and sat beside her, interlacing his fingers with hers and rubbing the pad of his thumb over her wedding and engagement rings.
‘Rory,’ she began, tentatively.
‘Yes, wife?’
She smiled. ‘Are you going to call me “wife” from now on?’
He nodded. ‘I have to remind myself I’m not dreaming.’ He grinned. ‘And I do like the idea of bellowing it in public.’
‘You’re such a caveman.’
‘Yep,’ he replied, proudly. ‘You won’t see me hunting broccoli.’
Her smile was so big her cheeks were hurting. She loved him so much.
‘Rory?’
‘Yes.’
‘You don’t know what I’m going to ask.’
He shrugged. ‘Don’t care. I’m fulfilling my husbandly duties. If what you’re about to ask for makes you happy then the answer’s yes.’
She paused. They’d never really had a proper conversation about this particular subject before. Last night when she’d alluded to it, Rory looked as if he was about to have a heart attack.
‘Rory…’
He nodded.
‘How do you feel about having a baby?’
He froze for an instant, then scrunched up his face as if in deep thought.
‘Has modern science moved along that far?’ he asked. ‘Does this explain the size of “big” Jim’s belly?’
She slapped his arm. ‘Rory MacGinley! Don’t you ever say that outside of these walls.’
He grinned and mimed zipping his lips shut.
She took his hand and squeezed. ‘I’ve always wanted children, but never met the right person to have them with until you.’
‘You really want this?’ he asked.
She nodded, suddenly shy.
He stood, ripping off his shirt and throwing it to the floor.
‘What are you doing?’ she asked.
He unbuckled his kilt and let it drop. His cock was already hard.
‘Making a baby and my wife happy at the same time,’ he replied, getting on the bed and kissing up the inside of her legs.
‘Oh, er, okay, ahh!’ she cried as he reached the apex of her thighs.
‘Rory,’ she gasped.
‘Mmmm?’ he asked, his tongue flicking over her clit.
