you say so, baby-
The next day arrived faster than I’d expected, and suddenly we were standing in the middle of out new living room surrounded by boxes and furniture, officially moved out of Orion’s guest room and into our own home.
I can’t believe we’re really here,” Athena said, turning in a slow circle to take everything in. “This is ours. Our house.”
Our home, I corrected, wrapping my arms around her from behind and resting my chin on her shoulder. ‘Where we’re going to build our life together.
The movers had delivered all our furniture yesterday, and Monica’s team had done an incredible job setting everything up.
The gray
sectional looked perfect against the cream walls with the deep blue accent wall behind the entertainment center.
Our dining table and chairs were positioned beautifully near the bay window. Upstairs, our bedroom furniture was arranged exactly as we’d requested.
The nursery was finished too…the sage green walls looked soft and soothing, the woodland animal decals perfectly placed, the white
crib and changing table assembled and waiting for our baby.
“Should we christen it?” Athena asked suddenly, turning in my arms to look up at me with a mischievous smile.
“Christen what?” I asked, though I had a pretty good idea where this was going.
“The house,” she said innocently. “Every room, maybe? Starting with the bedroom?”
“I thought we already did that?”
“This is different. We should do it officially, or what do you think?” A smile appeared on my face.
“I like the way you think, Mrs. Hayes,” I said, sweeping her up into my arms before she could protest.
“Tristan!” she squealed, laughing as I carried her toward the stairs. “What are you doing?”
“Taking my wife to our bedroom,” I said, climbing the stairs with her in my arms. “To properly christen our new home.”
Our bedroom was perfect, the king–size bed with its plush gray comforter and mountain of pillows, the matching nightstands, the
dresser and mirror.
Large windows overlooked the backyard, letting in the afternoon sunlight that painted everything in warm, golden tones.
21:31 Tue, Feb 3
I ses Athens down prints on the tall, taking a manical wit to nook at hy be wat sy beef by Aan the pathos, he wide user watching me sell them and deeve, hey hand freeing on feet ren dur i
mwandaling. Tomated, kneeling on the bed beside they Yin ze tive most beautiful thing!
I’m pregnant and wearing leggings and one of your old t–shirts, she pointed out.
“And who’ve never looked more gorgeous, I said, meaning every word.
I leaned down to kiss her, taking my time, savoring the taste of her lips, the soft sound she made when I deepened the kiss. My hand sid under the t–shirt she was wearing, finding the warm skin of her stomach, feeling the solid curve of our babies. They’re my anchor.
I love you, i marmured against her lips. “So much it terrifies me sometimes.
“I love you too,” she whispered back, her hands sliding into my hair. “Now stop talking and make love to me in our new bed.”
1 smiled against her mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”
I took my time undressing her, kissing each inch of skin as I revealed it. The shirt came off first, then the sports bra she’d been
wearing.
Her breasts were fuller with the pregnancy, more sensitive, and she gasped when I took one nipple into my mouth, her back arching
off the bed.
“Tristan,” she breathed, her fingers tightening in my hair.
I moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention while my hands worked on removing her leggings and underwear.
When she was finally naked beneath me, I sat back just to look at her, to take in every curve and line of her body.
Stop staring and touch me,” she demanded, reaching for me.
*Impatient,” I teased, but I was already removing my own clothes, my eyes never leaving hers.
When I was finally naked, I settled between her legs, kissing her again while my hand slid down her body.
She was already wet for me, ready, and she moaned into my mouth when my fingers found her clit, circling it slowly.
I took my time exploring her body, relearning every curve and dip, every place that made her gasp or moan.
My lips traced a path down her neck, across her collarbone, between her breasts.
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Aived he rounded belly reverently. feeling or hobies move under my lips.
That’s our children. I whispered against her skin. Our miracle‘
an, please, hene breathed, her hands in my hair, trying to guide me lower.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
