“I know, right?” Amy grins.
I put my arms around the two most precious people in my life, thinking of all the ways I can show them how much I love them.
Chapter Sixty
Amy
Emmett takes me to an overwater bungalow in the South Pacific for our third anniversary. Says it’s been on his bucket list for almost five years now, which is cute—and so like him. The place has glass sections in the floor that let us see the ocean life below. So far I’ve spotted small sharks, stingrays and sea urchins. Once a turtle swam by.
As much as I love all the thought and planning he’s put into our anniversary trip, including having his mom and my dad babysit Monique, I’m not just here to enjoy myself. I’m a woman on a mission.
I want another baby.
Actually, three would be perfect. But I’m settling for two because Emmett refuses to have another. Says that I had to suffer too much. I told him I regret nothing because Monique is worth it, but he says no future baby is worth the pain I’m certain to go through.
“It was just a one-time thing. Besides, there are other options for managing pain during delivery,” I’ve argued countless times.
“One time because it was one b
aby,” he says, then covers his ears.
Right now, Emmett is “out back,” swimming in the shallow emerald waters behind our bungalow. I take the opportunity to get into my battle gear, ordered direct from Silicone Dream. Sierra assures me it’s so powerful, it could get a dead man interested.
Twenty minutes later, I hear the shower running on our deck outside.
“The water’s amazing. Really warm and clear,” Emmett says as he slides the deck door open and walks in, a towel around his waist. I see his wet swim trunks on the rack outside. “We should go in later, maybe do some snorkeling.”
“That sounds like a plan.” I quickly shrug into an ankle-length gown, making sure that he can’t see what I have on underneath. No need to tip my hand yet. “But I have a proposal that requires your immediate attention.”
“I’m not looking at another PowerPoint presentation on why we should have another baby,” he says.
“Ha! Don’t worry. I didn’t bother, considering you didn’t look at the last one I made.”
He puts his arms around me. “Babe, we already discussed this.”
“No, I tried to discuss it. You covered your ears.”
“I can still say what needs to be said using my uncovered mouth. I don’t need ears to speak.”
I put my hand on his bare chest. “Come on. Just one time. We try this once, and if it doesn’t happen, I won’t ask again.”
Emmett starts shaking his head, but I reach up and take hold of his chin.
“Don’t say no so fast.”
“Do I need to cover my ears again?” he says dryly.
“If you want. Just keep your eyes open.”
He sighs, a tad resigned and a tad exasperated. “You know I hate saying no to you.”
“I do know that. So why not make things easy on yourself? Say yes.”
I undo the sash around my waist and drop the gown.
His lips part, and he stares, his eyes wide and unblinking.
I’m in nothing except my battle outfit. A silver chain loops around my neck, and it drops down, connecting to rechargeable nipplettes, which can not only pinch but also vibrate. We liked playing with them last time, and I decided to get a new set for the occasion. I’m in a sheer black thong, garter belt and fishnet stockings.