She bends down to put away whatever’s in her hand into the bottom drawer. Her pale pink cotton dress slips up her thighs and just barely shows the curves of her ass. I have to suppress a groan of satisfaction. I fucking love that ass. I love every bit of her.
“Yes, my bride?” I ask her as I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back into my chest. Her lush ass pushes against my cock and it already starts hardening for her. I want her now even more than I did when we first met. I have no plans for that to ever change.
She rolls her eyes and scoffs. “Just because we’re on our honeymoon doesn’t mean I’m your bride.” She lays back in my arms and gives me a sweet smile as her baby blues find mine in the mirror.
I chuckle and hold her closer to me, loving her warmth.
“And whose fault is that?” I ask her. We’ve been married for nearly three months now, legally six, but my Rose insists on ignoring the online certificate. She didn’t even wear the wedding band I picked out for her until we had the real ceremony.
Charlotte was so caught up in her work that she wasn’t ready to take so much time off for a honeymoon. She’s finally got the entire department running smoothly. She’s always been good at what she does, and it makes me damn proud. I hadn’t anticipated her being as much of a workaholic as I am though. Thankfully, we’ve started slowing down and hiring more people so we can do less.
It’s time to enjoy life. I have one worth living, with a partner I want to enjoy.
“I was thinking…” I stare at her reflection in the mirror, but her eyes don’t meet mine. She busies herself with folding a shirt that’s on top of the dresser.
“What were you thinking, my Rose?” I ask gently, planting a small kiss on her neck.
She hums sweetly and leans her head against my shoulder with her eyes closed.
Her small, delicate hands find mine on her waist and she slowly opens her eyes to stare back at me in the mirror. “I was wondering,” her eyes dart down, then back to me, “if we could make this a babymoon?”
My eyebrows raise comically as she says the word I assumed I’d be hearing on this little vacation of ours. Her friend Eva’s recently gotten pregnant. Ever since she announced it, Charlotte has been all about babies and pregnancies.
She’s more than hinted. And I’m taking it seriously.
My brow furrows. …wait.
“A babymoon?” I ask her, “Isn’t that for when you’re already pregnant?”
She nods her head with a twinkle in her eye.
Oh, shit. My grip on her loosens as my mouth opens.
“Oh no!” she says as she bends over slightly with a wide smile. She covers her face as she laughs at me. “No, no, not yet.” She turns in my arms and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
My heart slams in my chest and I close my eyes to try to calm down.
I guess I’m not quite as ready as I thought I was.
She places her hand on my chest and fiddles with the buttons on my dress shirt.
“I just meant, we could try. We have two full weeks.” She stands on her tiptoes and plants a small kiss on my lips.
I close my eyes, enjoying her touch. I love this woman so damn much.
I live for her. Only for her.
She pulls away slightly and when I open my eyes, she’s looking up at me through her thick lashes with hope.
I grin at her. “I think we can try.”
“Ah!” Her high-pitched shriek makes me close my eyes. She jumps up and down and wraps her arms around my neck, practically swinging.
I laugh and look down at the beautiful smile on her face.
I’ll do everything I can to make her happy. And if that means we’re going to have a baby, then I’ll be the best father I can. Our children will never go without.
“I love you so much, Logan,” she says before kissing me passionately.
I break our kiss, only to tell her what I’ve said every single day since I first confessed it, “I love you, my Rose.”
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