Page 1 of Love Me Again

"Happy birthday!"

I look up from my desk and see Shayla standing in the doorway to my home office--naked, a cupcake with a candle in her hand, looking all kinds of sumptuous. I grin and lean back in my chair and admire my wife. Four months pregnant with my baby, and she's absolutely glowing, literally the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on. She's got a cute baby bump where she's finally starting to show. "Lord, have mercy. Show me a more desirable birthday gift than you, baby. Get your sexy bum over here, Mrs Hoult." I tell her, and she smiles and saunters over to me.

"Make a wish, baby." She expresses, holding out the cupcake with the candle to me. I lift my gaze to hers over the flame and smile.

"Honey, what more can I possibly wish for? I have you. We have a baby on the way and all the success I can ever dream of." I tell her, and she smiles amorously and bites her lip.

"You forgot the most important thing—health. You can wish for health, bebé." I sigh and gaze into her eyes. This is why I love her so damn much.

"You're right. There is nothing more important than our health and the health of our baby." I declare, placing my hand on her stomach where my unborn baby lay. Shayla lays her hand on mine, and I close my eyes and make my birthday wish, which was a lifetime of health and happiness-- Oh, and a little girl. Of course, I'll be happy, whatever the gender, but I really want a little princess with Shayla's gorgeous eyes, her smile, her long dark hair, and my dimples. My heart melts at the thought of her running around, shouting Daddy.

"What are you thinking about?" Shaylaquestions, watching me with a grin on her face. I blow out the candle and beam at her.

"I can't tell you, or it won't come true," I say, pulling her into my lap and kissing her soft lips. Shayla presses her forehead to mine and caresses my jaw.

"Happy birthday, love of my life." She whispers, and I smile, closing my eyes.

"Thank you, light of my life." I cup her face and kiss her deeply. Shayla jumps and pulls back from the kiss, her eyes wide.

"What is it, baby?" I question, concerned, and she shakes her head and looks down at her stomach. Shayla lifts my hand and presses it on her belly, and I frown when I feel something tap against my palm. "Whoa, is that..."

"The baby is kicking." She smiles, nibbling her lip. I rub her stomach affectionately and press my forehead to her temple, gleaming.

"Shayla, you've given me so much to be grateful for. Your love has truly changed me and made me a better man." I tell her earnestly, and she smiles, grazing her thumb over my knuckles.

"You were always a good man, Cole. You've always had a good heart. That's all on you, not me." She replies and pulls back to look at me. "Now..." She utters, picking up the cupcake and licks the frosting with the tip of her tongue, and looks at me sultrily. I lean in, grasping her jaw in my hand, and suck the buttercream off her tongue.

"Mm," I moan and watch as she slips off and walks back a little, her eyes hot on mine.

"What do you say, birthday boy, want to get down and dirty?" She purrs sexily, smearing the frosting of the cupcake all over her breasts. I bite my lip and watch her with hungering eyes.

"Oh, I'm going to devour you, Mrs Hoult," I growl and slap my laptop shut before I get up and walk over to her. Shayla squeals laughing when I haul her up into my arms and carry her to the kitchen, my face buried in her chest, licking, and sucking the buttercream off her body, while I lay her down on the marble island in the middle of our kitchen. "Have your breasts got bigger, or have my hands shrunk?" I ask when I cup them, and they don't fit in my hands any more.

Shayla lifts her head laughing. "They're certainly bigger. One of the perks of being pregnant. Enjoy." I look at her breasts wide-eyed and grin like a child in a sweet shop.

"Oh, just try to stop me." I groan, burying my face in between them, and Shayla laughs. I kiss down to her stomach where our baby was growing and kiss it. "Hi baby, Daddy can't wait to meet you." I lift my eyes to Shayla, watching me with a beautiful smile on her face while brushing her fingers through my hair. "Do you think it can hear me?"

Shayla nods, smiling, "The book that I'm reading says the baby starts to hear sounds at sixteen weeks, which I am now. It's the size of an apple at the moment." She tells me, pushing out her bottom lip.

"So, you've got a little apple in here." I coo, nestling her stomach, and she grins, nodding.

"Yes, our little apple is blissfully floating around in there." She sighs, content as I rub her stomach. "Mm, that feels nice." I watch Shayla as she closes her eyes while I caress her tummy. I still find it incredible that a little person is growing inside her right now--a small bundle made of our love combined into a tiny human. Frankly, I've never felt so inferior to her or any woman, for that matter. We men really are lesser creatures. "Honey," I lift my gaze to hers, and she smiles dotingly at me. I feel my heart swell. I'm so in love with her.

"Yes, baby?"

"Make me yours." She whispers, and I give her a hundred-watt smile before I push her legs apart and enjoy my birthday treat. By the time we were done, there was buttercream everywhere, and we were covered in colourful frosting. We both lay on the kitchen floor panting with satisfied grins on our faces. "I'm sticky in places I definitely shouldn't be," Shayla laughs, and I chuckle.

"Hey, you wanted to get messy, so messy we got, baby." I pant, smothering her face with frosting I had on my hand, and she slaps my hand away, snickering. I roll onto my side and look at her. "Let's always do crazy shit like this, okay?" I say, reaching over and writing my name on her stomach with a heart.

Shayla rolls onto her side, imitating my action, and writes her name on my chest over my heart.

"Always." She whispers, and I pull her to me, kissing her passionately. "We better go shower." She mumbles against my lips, and I nod.

"Mm, let’s." I stand up and gently help her up, making sure she doesn't slip on all the buttercream all over the floor. Once we got away from the buttercream over the floor, I scoop Shay into my arms, and we go to the bathroom upstairs. We spend a good twenty-five minutes trying to get all the buttercream off our body, which was more difficult than I imagined it would be.

"You're not going to work in the morning, right?" Shayla asks, running her hands down my back. I shake my head while washing the shampoo out of my hair.

"No. I'm with you all day," I answer, opening my eyes to look at her, and she smiles, nibbling her lip coyly. "Why do I have a feeling you've got something more planned?"

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