“Really?” I gasped.
“Yes, Madeleine. I’m absolutely, irrevocably in love with you.” He reached for the blue jewelry box and flipped the lid open to display the oval diamond micromelee split shank ring nestled inside. My breath caught in my throat as he placed it on the tip of my finger. “Marry me.”
It wasn’t a question exactly, more of a statement of fact, but I still felt compelled to answer him. “Yes!”
“Damn straight,” he sighed, sliding the ring onto my finger before rising up to kiss me senseless.
In our enthusiasm, we’d knocked the papers off the table and I bent over to pick them up. It occurred to me I hadn’t seen any stipulations for divorce.
“Caleb, where is the penalty clause?” I asked, skimming through the legal jargon.
He lifted my chin so I was gazing into his endless blue eyes. “There isn’t one,” he stated firmly. “There is no getting out of this contract, Madeleine. This is forever.”
It wasn’t until I’d managed to catch my breath again while sitting on his lap that I remembered the other item on the table.
“What’s in that one?” I asked, pointing to the red leather box.
I was enchanted by the slight blush that stained his cheeks at my question. “I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of picking out my own wedding band.” His fingers traced the gold and diamond bangle on my wrist. “I wanted a ring like your bracelet. One you’d be able to lock onto my finger because I never plan to take it off. Ever.”
“I don’t mind at all.” It was an understatement; I actually loved the idea. With his ring on my finger, his baby in my belly, his words of love ringing in my ears, and his bracelet locked onto my wrist, I looked forward to the moment when I would lock his wedding band onto his finger. Knowing Caleb, I figured I wouldn’t have long to wait.
Epilogue
Caleb
“Is she asleep?” Madeleine asked in a hushed voice, her head poking around the corner of the door to the pink and white nursery.
Nodding, I slowly stood from the chair where I’d rocked our four-month-old daughter to sleep. I placed a kiss on the feathery, caramel curls of my beautiful baby girl and laid her down in her crib, covering her with a soft blanket.
I flipped on the monitor before leaving the room and quietly shutting the door. Madeleine was halfway down the hall toward our bedroom and I stopped for a moment to admire the view. Damn, my wife had a great ass.
After giving birth to Sadie, her body had become a little curvier and it was sexy as hell. That didn’t mean I wasn’t panting after her during her whole pregnancy, though. Something about seeing her full with my baby was a complete turn on, and I was anxious to get her that way again.
Once I got to the bedroom, I saw her standing at the sink in the master bath, getting ready for bed. The little silk nightgown she was wearing had my cock growing hard and tenting my pajama pants. I walked up behind her, my erection cuddling against her ass, encircled her waist, my hands resting on her tummy and I kissed her neck. When a shiver ran down her body and I smiled into her hair, loving how responsive she was to me.
“I love you,” I mumbled against her skin, then licked and sucked the sensitive area, leaving goose bumps in my wake.
She smiled and turned her head for a kiss. “I love you, too.”
“Thank you,” I said as my lips lifted from hers.
“For what?”
“For loving me, marrying me, and giving me the most precious little baby girl.” I meant every word, but I was well aware of the effect they would have on her. As planned, she practically melted, her body going lax and snuggling into mine.
I’d been trying to convince her to have another baby for a few weeks and this time, I was determined to succeed. I figured it would be a good idea to gain her agreement before she ended up pregnant this time around. The woman never seemed to notice our lack of protection. I smirked to myself. I was just that good at what I did.
I rubbed her tummy. “I loved seeing this swollen with my baby.” My hands traveled up to cup her tits. “And seeing these full of milk.”
I dropped one hand down to cup her pussy. Oh, fuck—she wasn’t wearing underwear. Dipping a finger inside, I played with one of her nipples and groaned when I heard her breath catch.
I took my time, getting her hot and on the verge of begging to come. “I want to fill this pussy again, plant a baby, and see this gorgeous body grow from carrying our little one.”
Madeleine moaned, but then her eyes narrowed in suspicion, my words apparently penetrating the lustful fog.
“Sadie isn’t even six months old, Caleb,” she said, a stubborn glint in her eyes.