Page 31 of A Mafia Christmas

Beth gasped. “No…”

Alastair chuckled and wrapped an arm around her waist. “I’m not worried because it won’t happen again.”

Angus squeezed her hand. “Come and see me later. If you have time, play a game of chess with me.”

Alastair groaned, and Beth laughed.

“Sure. Get ready to rumble,” she yelled, making them both chuckle.

Alastair led her out of Angus’s room and down the hall to theirs.

He opened the door, and her mouth dropped open. It was the same as when she left it. The same book she was reading was on her bedside table, along with the bottle of lotion. Even her robe was where she threw it when she got dressed.

She walked in further. There was still a towel on the floor where Alastair had dropped it the morning of the fight.

She turned to face him to find him leaning against the door with his arms crossed. His face was as still as stone, but his eyes never left her.

“I couldn’t be here without you. I slept across the hall. I forbade anyone from coming into this room.”

Beth walked to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and laid her head on his chest. “We’re home where we belong. Let the past go, Alastair. If we don’t, the separation will eat at us.”

He sighed, held her against his body, and pressed a kiss on the top of her head. “I’ll do my best, love.”

She looked up at him and set her chin on his chest so she could see his face. “I love you.”

She watched his eyes close.

He looked down at her. “You have no idea how much I love you. I can’t explain it. I never knew there was a love so deep it changed your soul.”

Beth pressed her cheek against him and closed her eyes.

“Let’s get you undressed…”

“I want to take a shower,” she said. “I know I took one at the hospital, but I still don’t feel clean.”

“I’ll bathe you. I want to see all the changes.”

She got a bit nervous because her body had changed. Her hips were a little wider, her stomach bulged where the baby was, and her breasts were humungous.

She put her hair up and let him start the shower before taking her clothing off. She stood still and let him look.

“Jesus, I didn’t think you could be more beautiful, and then you pull this on me.”

She giggled at his growl.

He stripped his own off before he pulled her into the shower and under the water enough to wet her body. She already thought her breasts were sensitive, but her nipples tightened as he washed them. Her desire rose as his hands slid between her legs, and he thoroughly washed her cunt.

“Can I wash you now?” she asked.

“Next time. I’m too hot with desire, and we can’t do that right now.”

“Why not?”

“I want to talk to the doctor first. I won’t take any chances with you or the baby.”

She loved it when he acknowledged the baby and in a sweet, loving tone.

“What about if we did it differently,” she said.

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