“Well, it should. Bacon should be on most things.” I snatch the bag from his hand. “Do you not agree?”
“Pregnancy has made you—” He trails off.
“What?” I look up at him.
“Are you going to cry?” His face turns to one of panic. I don’t know what I did to deserve this man but it must have been something spectacular. I wasn’t going to cry before but thinking about how good Con is to me, what a good provider he is and what a fabulous dad he’s going to be has me on the verge of tears.
“No, I have something in my eye.” That brings another one of those gorgeous smiles to my husband’s face. “Continue on with what you were saying.” I walk past him, heading for the kitchen. He follows after me. I place the bag down on the counter, reaching in to take the to-go container out. I wait for Con to tell me exactly what pregnancy has made me. The scent of cheese and bacon hits my nose and I let out a little moan.
“You know how hard it is to do anything when you make those sounds.” He comes up behind me, pushing my hair off my shoulder. I tilt my head to the side as he starts to kiss my neck.
“You’re trying to put me in a food and sex coma so I never leave the bed.” I let out a small moan.
“I’m only trying to make my wife happy.”
“Is that why you’re avoiding my question?”
“Why are you painting the nursery for a second time?” His hand slips inside my yoga pants, his fingers going straight for my clit. I drop my head back to rest on his chest, my mind forgetting about the nursery for now. I have been doing that a lot lately. I’ll have my mind set on doing one thing and then change it or forget altogether. I guess I am kind of a hot mess at times. I’m just going to blame it on the pregnancy.
“Wait.” I turn in his arms, his hand going to my ass. “I’m a mess, aren’t I?”
“You can eat your bacon mac and cheese while I eat you.”
“That sounds wonderful but you’re still avoiding my questions.” I glare at him. He leans down, brushing his mouth against mine.
“I’m not avoiding anything. I’m enjoying every part of this pregnancy. From your cravings to your adorable moods swings. Especially when you think you’re being stern but you’re just a kitten with claws.”
“We should get a kitten.”
“I’ll get you one tomorrow.” He picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck.
“With my gold bar?”
“Yeah.” He lays me down on the bed, pulling my pants off.
“Don’t put the kitten in the safe.” I watch as he starts to strip off his clothes. The sight of my naked husband never gets old. I part my legs, waiting for him.
“Shirt,” he orders. I reach for it but he beats me to it, leaving me naked in the center of the bed. He stares at me for a moment before climbing on the bed with me. I can see the need for me in his eyes. It hasn’t changed a bit in all of these years. “Pregnancy has made you even more beautiful.” I spread my legs wider, allowing him to settle between them. He leans down to take my mouth in a deep kiss before he starts to trail kisses down my body. My fingers trail through his short hair as I watch him kiss my stomach before his mouth is on my sex, making me come twice before he thrusts inside of me. My name slips from his lips as he finds his own release.
My name is always on his lips. Because Con loves me. Always has and always will. Nothing will ever break us. It can try, but our love will always shine through in the end.
Epilogue 2
Constantine
“Happy birthday.” I slide my hand up underneath the comforter over the delicate ankle of my darling wife.
“Mrmrmrm,” she mumbles into her pillow.
“The kids are having breakfast with the nanny,” I answer.
“Mmmrmrmmg?” Comes the muffled reply.
My fingers glide up the calf, dip into the back of the knee, and then land on the soft skin of the inner thigh. Her legs part almost automatically. I dip into the hot, tight well of her sex. She moans again.
“Shh. Just a little,” I reassure her. I worked her hard last night and into the early morning hours, bringing her to the edge again and again, only to pull her back down to restart the process. By the time I allowed her to come, she was clawing at the sheets and simultaneously cursing me and calling me God. Her orgasm lasted for a long time. Toward the end, I felt like I was fucking a vise. Her walls clamped down so hard I thought my dick would break off. It was awesome. I’m sure kid number three is being formed right now.