Page 220 of Come Back To Me

“Almost seven.”

“You better get going then.” I yawn, stroking Grace’s hair.

Dean rounds the bed, climbing in behind me. Leaning on hiselbow, he props himself up, his body moulding to mine. “Not yet.” Soft lips kiss my shoulder, his hand traces the curve of my hip.

“If you’re here when the girls arrive, they’ll kill us for breaking the rules.”

“Let them try,” he says, dotting kisses up to my neck. “Grace will go back to sleep, then I’m making you my whore once last time before I make you my wife.”

I arch my back, pushing myself against him.

“Mrs Carter.” His fingers grip my skin harder.

“It’s Miss Reed, actually. I still have six hours until I’m yours.”

“We both know that’s bullshit. You’ve always been mine.”

I look over my shoulder at him. “Always,” I whisper.

He kisses me, his tongue roaming with mine. The doorbell then rings, making Dean groan. “That can’t be them.”

“I did say.”

“For fuck’s sake.” He pushes off the bed, jumping on one leg as he pulls at his boxers. I laugh as he dips, chucking on some joggers. “What could you need doing that means they have to come here this early?”

I fluff the pillow under my head, and Grace sits up. I twirl a strand of her hair in between my fingers. “My hair. Makeup. They need to help me get in my dress.” I don’t care about my hair and makeup if truth be told. All I care about is getting down the aisle to the man of my dreams. The man who changed everything for me. The man who’s now finally free, no longer filled with hate and self-doubt.

Dean straightens, his dazzling green eyes meeting mine. “Babe, you could walk down that aisle right now, and still be the most beautiful woman in the room.”

My cheeks flush.

“And as for the dress, I’m only going to be ripping it off you once you say I do.”

I laugh. “You can’t rip it. I want to hand it down to Grace when she gets married.” I lean forward, kissing the back of her head.

He frowns. “She’s one, and never getting married.”

Lifting a brow, I smile. “Never?”

“Not whilst I’m alive, no.” He steps closer, his hand resting on the bed as he leans over, brushing Grace’s hair back, then kisses her head. “You’ll be Daddy’s little girl forever.”

I smile, pretty sure I’d collapse with happiness if I wasn’t already laid down.

The doorbell rings again and again. “Daddy’s going to go mad.”

“Daddyshould go let them in then.”

He smirks at me calling him daddy, and I roll my eyes as I move to sit up.

Grace holds out her arms for Dean.

“You coming with me, baby?”

She nods her head, holding her bottle between her teeth as it swings.

“Let Mummy enjoy the last few moments of peace she’s going to get for the next few days.”

I slump back down, feeling tired, knowing I’ve never felt this happy. I smile also knowing there’s more to come.

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