Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“I thought your interior designer was the best,” I grump to my handsome boyfriend. “Didn’t you pay her a ton of money to do up the cabin? How come this sofa is so uncomfortable? Oooh, this pregnancy is going to kill me.”
Christian merely laughs before striding over to press a tender kiss to my forehead.
“Mommy is complaining,” he says to Blaze, the toddler blubbering in his arms. “Do you want to get her a juice to make her feel better?”
Blaze nods his dark head, blue eyes beaming.
“Ju-ju!” he babbles. “Ju-ju!”
Then, he takes off from my boyfriend’s arms, running into the kitchen where he seizes his sippy cup before pretend filling it with orange juice. “Mama, ju-ju,” he burbles before running back and offering it to me. “Mama bettah.”
I take the plastic cup, tears pricking my eyes as I push back his soft baby hair from his forehead.
“Thank you, Blazey,” I murmur before leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Mommy appreciates it very much.”
The toddler immediately tries to climb into my arms, but Christian sweeps him up and away as our son lets out a cry of protest.
“You’re okay,” my boyfriend hushes the distraught child. “Mommy is pregnant right now with another baby, and her belly is big. She can’t bend over like she used to, and pick you up. Is that okay, Blaze? Here, I’ll do airplane with you.”
Then, my huge man holds the baby aloft, spreading out his chubby arms so that they look like the wings of a plane.
“Wheee!” Blaze screams with delight. “Wheeeeee! Dadadada!”
I smile as tears prick my eyes because never have I known such happiness. After Christian and I resolved our differences, we settled into a relationship immediately. I moved into the master suite in his penthouse, and it was as if we were back in the cabin again. I was catering to his filthy demands morning, noon, and night, and sure enough, I was knocked up immediately. I still remember telling him about the new pregnancy.
“Are you ready?” I breathed, one night after we’d finished an exhaustive round of love-making. My thighs were damp with his seed, and my pussy filled with his come, and yet Christian couldn’t take his eyes off my curvy form. One finger lazily traced a pert nipple, as another reached down to tap against the wetness between my legs.
“Ready for what?” he murmured absentmindedly, exploring the tackiness coating my pussy. “You mean round two? I love when your clit is shiny like this.”
I giggled as hot tingles shot through my cunt.
“It’s more like we’re on round four right now. I haven’t slept a wink!”
“I know,” the alpha male groaned before rolling over me and pinning my curves to the mattress with his massive frame. “But I need you, baby. I always need you.”
My heart melts as we kiss.
“And I need you too, Christian. But are you ready to become a daddy again? Because we haven’t been using protection and I’m knocked up. Blaze is going to have a baby sister or brother in around ... oh, eight months.”
Christian’s big form goes stock still, hardly breathing
“Are you serious?” he growls, those blue eyes ablaze. “Don’t pull my leg, Emily.”
I smile tearfully, stroking the stubble on that dark jaw.
“I’m totally serious, Christian. You’re going to be a daddy again!”
Joy broke across his handsome features, and to my surprise, he began to cry.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he mumbled, before burying his head in the crook between my shoulder and neck. “You’ve given me so much, Emily. My son, and now another child on the way. I’m grateful to have you. But shit, there’s so much to do. We need to get another crib, another—”
“Christian, calm down,” I say with a laugh. “It’s fine! We can use Blaze’s crib for the new baby because he’ll be out of it in a month or two.”
But my boyfriend shook his head.
“But what if it’s a girl? We’ll need to get the nursery re-decorated, and...”
I smile, thinking back to that time because Christian did more than just build out the nursery. He also rebuilt the cabin in Fairview, and now it’s bigger and better than before. It’s outfitted for a family, with four bedrooms, four baths, and an enormous living room with a roaring fire. The kitchen is chef’s quality, and of course, he’s had our home fire-proofed to within an inch of its life. The ceiling tiles are ceramic, all brush within thirty feet has been cleared away, and Christian even paid an arm and a leg to have private fire hydrants installed in a perimeter around the property. With these luxuries, the cabin can hardly be called “rustic” anymore, but I love how my boyfriend wants to take care of us.
At that moment, Christian returns.
“Scootch up, baby,” he growls before taking a seat behind me on the sofa. “Now lean back.”