Page 51 of Always Mine

I don’t say anything, I just watch as Zoey looks at Trish and says, “How would you like that baby of yours to have a cousin?”

Trish’s eyes go wide. Her mouth drops. Then she leaps from her chair, screeching. “Oh my god!” She pulls Zoey into her arms. “We get to be moms together.” And then they’re weeping in each other’s arms.

Mikey and I stand up, ready to grab our girls if need be.

He squeezes my shoulder. “I guess I was right a few weeks ago. You didn’t have anything to worry about.”

I roll my eyes and smack his chest. “Stop trying to take credit for all the good things in my life.”

He chuckles and wraps an arm around my back as we watch the girls alternately giggle and cry in each other’s arms. “Congratulations, man.”

I throw my arm over his shoulder. “Back at ya, little brother.”

Chapter 13

Zoey

Irollmyshouldersand don’t bother trying to hide a yawn as I meander out of my bedroom. I’m shocked the boys haven’t been pounding on the door for the last hour at least. Christmas morning is usually the earliest morning of the year in our house.

As I come down the stairs, I hear the sound of Christmas music and smell bacon sizzling. My stomach growls, despite my nausea being at peak awfulness. Thankfully, my version of morning sickness usually involves low-level queasiness all day. As long as I don’t eat something with a smell that heightens my nausea, I’m usually comfortable enough. Strangely, bacon is something that has made this baby very happy.

Must be Luke’s genetics.

I stop in my tracks as excitement tingles in my gut, and a chill rolls up my spine.I’m carrying Luke’s baby. I have those moments every so often and they nearly bring me to tears. Partly because of hormones and partly because I’m so damn happy.

When I get to the kitchen, I see Luke wearing a Santa hat, a tight black tee, and red and black flannel pants. He’s dancing back and forth in front of the stove, flipping pancakes, and singing along toMy Only Wishby Britney Spears.

I stare at him for a moment. He. Is. Perfect.

“Morning, baby,” I say, leaning against the door frame.

He stops moving, turns to me, and strolls over. As he leans down to kiss me, a hand slides inside my bathrobe onto my stomach as his tongue glides into my mouth. “Good morning, baby mama.”

I can’t help but smile at that. He’s taken to calling me that whenever we’re alone. Seeing as we’re telling everyone today, he’ll probably be calling me that all the time. And I love it.

He pulls the last pancake from the pan, slides it into the warming drawer, and turns off the stove. Then his arms are around my waist again and he’s kissing the hell out of me. My hands roam his back and then drift down to his ass, giving it a tight squeeze. I’ve learned he likes it when I squeeze and slap his ass. This is evident as he presses his hip into me.

“Where are the boys?” I mutter.

“Upstairs in their rooms. I told them they weren’t allowed to come down here until eight or they’d have to stare at their presents and not open them.”

I stifle a laugh as I look at the tree. I’d say we went all out this year, but really, it was Luke. It’s clear he wanted to spoil the boys. There are all kinds of fun things under the tree. Two of Alex’s favorite book series, drum pads for both of them, sports stuff for A.J., Nerf guns, a huge slip-and-slide for the backyard that I’m sure they’ll be trying to get us to open in the depths of winter, and Luke found a creative way to wrap up something to surprise them with a trip to Disney World. We’re also telling them about their future brother or sister with the presents, too.

My heart swells as I look up at Luke. This incredible man loves my boys as much as I do and simply wants to see them happy. And damn if that isn’t a turn on. A massive one. My core is throbbing for him already.

“Mm, looks like we have—” I glance at the clock. “Twenty-seven minutes until the boys get up.”

His lips brush my ear as he growls, “Time for at least two orgasms.” He gives me a mischievous smile and leads me up the stairs to our room.

Locking the door behind him, he quickly pulls my fluffy bathrobe off and tosses it aside. Then he yanks down my pajama pants and rips off my tee. He smirks as he takes me in. Naked, except for my Christmas underwear, which says,Naughty or Nice?

“Definitely naughty.” His lips press against my neck and I let out a little moan. “So naughty.” My fingers twist into his shirt as he slaps my ass hard. Then he slides his hand inside my panties, dragging a finger through my wet folds and groaning.

He pulls his hand away and yanks his shirt off. Then I grab his pants and boxers and drop them to the floor, his hard muscle finally free.

He lifts me onto the bed and grabs my underwear with one hand, pulling them off and tossing them on the floor. His dick drips pre-cum onto my stomach as he kisses me. My hand slides down and I gently caress his balls, causing him to stop moving and moan loudly. I smile wickedly, loving having that control over him.

He doesn’t allow it for long, though. “Not yet.”

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