“Nice and stacked.”
“Good. I don’t want you unpacking without me.”
She giggled. “Already getting overprotective, I see.”
“That’s my job. I figured you’d already gotten with that program.”
She snickered. “Just making a bit of fun. Don’t get all weird on me now.”
Her lips fell to my neck and I groaned at the feel of her lips. Kiss after kiss, pressed against my pulse point. Causing my cock to rise to the occasion. I gripped her hair and let out a soft grunt. Her hands rumbled down my abs, stopping just shy of the button on my jeans.
“Oh, what you do to me, Rae.”
She giggled. “You know, we have a tub now.”
“Mmm, we do.”
She lowered her voice. “With jets.”
I growled. “Perfect.”
“I think our celebratory bottle of alcohol-free champagne might taste better in a hot bubble bath, don’t you think?”
I craned my neck to look at her. “You always have the best ideas. You know that?”
She kissed the tip of my nose. “Race ya.”
“What?”
She took off laughing as she leapt back into the house. I scooted the chair out from behind me and raced into the kitchen, scooping up the bottle of champagne. Fuck glasses. We didn’t need any fancy shit tonight. All I needed was her, that bath, and my hands splayed across her stomach.
A stomach that would grow over the coming months.
“Can’t catch me, Clint!”
I chuckled. “Better watch those words of yours. Come here.”
“Ah!”
She squealed as I picked her up, swinging her around in our bedroom. I peppered her shoulder with kisses and nips, listening to her soft sighs. Gripping the neck of the champagne bottle tightly, I nuzzled my nose against the shell of her ear and walked her into the bathroom.
“Celebrating in baby-friendly style, huh?” she asked.
I pressed my lips to her ear. “Not exactly.”
My lips fell to her neck as I stripped her out of those clothes she had on. She turned around, running her fingertips along my muscles as she undressed me as well. I watched as her naked form grabbed the bottle. I ran the water in the tub, preparing it with lots of bubbles, while she struggled with the cork. She pointed it towards our bedroom and a resounding ‘pop!’ finally filled our ears.
Before the cork fell right at her feet.
She sighed. “Well. That was…”
I snickered. “I don’t even care. This is the best day of my life. And I wouldn't want to change a thing about it.”
She turned around. “You took the words right out of my mouth, big guy.”
“Now, why don’t you come over here and give this big guy of yours some lovin’?”
She held out her finger to me and tipped the bottle up to her lips. My eyebrows rose as she took one chug. Then, two. But, soon after that, it started spraying from her mouth.