“She’s a smart girl. I’m glad you found her.” He kisses the top of my head.
“So let’s forget that phone call and go back to enjoying our Saturday,” I suggest, snuggling closer.
“I like that idea. Why are you dressed?” His hand snakes down to my hip and tugs on the hem of my nightgown.
“Because we needed coffee.”
At the mention, he twists and comes back with the two mugs. I sit up beside him and take one.
“So, I’ve been thinking about something.” I eye him over the rim of my cup.
“And that is?” He raises an eyebrow.
“I’m going to start the process of moving to PRN.”
There’s a flare in his eyes as he takes a sip and waits for me to continue.
“It’s part of my long term plan.”
“Do I know about this long term plan?”
“Sort of, but I’m telling you now. Having Brayden has taught me a lot.”
“What is that?”
I take both our cups and put them back on the nightstand then swing my legs over his to straddle him. His eyes start to heat as he bucks into me. “This sounds like my kind of plan.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“It might be, so listen to me.”
“How can I not when your pussy is grinding against me?”
“Shaw!” I swat at his roaming hands. “I’m being serious.”
“I am, too.”
I grab his wrists and lock them down on his chest. “So, I was thinking about the future.”
He freezes, his eyes now alert.
“I know we’re newly married, but—”
“Bizzy, spit it out.”
I draw in a deep breath and look him straight in the eyes. “I’m ready to give you a daughter.”
His face transforms as he realizes what I’m saying, remembering our conversation on the boat last year.
“I saw my doctor last week, and we did some tests. She also did some research and found extensive encouraging results. I’ve stopped taking the pill and I’m not sure about the timing of things yet. But when you’re ready to try, I am too.”
He frees his hands and places them on my hips, gripping lightly. “I don’t know what to say. I’m fucking over the moon with this, but having a baby doesn’t mean you have to give up your job.”
“If it happens, I want to be home for a while. This will allow for more flexibility. I’d like to try it. I may be wrong, but it’s worth a shot. It’s hard leaving you and Brayden the weeks we have him and I’m scheduled to work. And we split custody.”
I squeal in surprise when he flips us, me flying to my back as his hand comes to my cheek.
“I really like your plan.” His eyes start to smolder with lust, transforming from green to honeyed topaz.
“Thanks,” I say, feeling the love pouring out of him.