She laughs, and I can’t help but smile. “Yes, it does. But I love it.”
“What happens when you grow tired of painting me?” I ask as she rises from her seat.
“Never,” she assures me. Fierce and protective. Protective over me. My cold heart warms each day I spend with her.
She straddles my lap and runs her fingers through my messy hair. I love her chaos. Her disorder. Her paint splattered all over my dark world. Our flat here in Venice is a fucking nightmare of a mess, and I’ve never been so at home.
“Did you talk to your dad?” I ask, remembering he called earlier.
“Yeah, he and Liv will be up for Christmas, he said.”
“Good,” I reply and genuinely mean it. Her father and I may have nearly gotten in a fist fight the first time we officially met a couple weeks after Cerys and I started dating, but we eventually got past our differences. I suppose catching some old-ass man plowing your daughter up against the living room wall one day isn’t exactly the best way to meet for the first time. And then waltzing his daughter in front of him not only wearing my ring but my last name, too, a week later also didn’t help. But when he realized how happy she was, he eventually caved. I’ve even shared a couple of drinks with him on occasion. Baby steps.
“When do we have to meet Mr. Ricci and his wife for dinner?” Cerys asks as she starts peppering kisses all over my now-scruffy face.
“In a couple of hours. You better get cleaned up.” My palms grab her ass through her overalls, and her breath hitches.
“Maybe I want to get dirty first, Stalker Darden,” she purrs, her hips rocking against me as she grinds against my erection in my jeans.
I reach up and unhook one side of her overalls and then the other. Once I’ve peeled it down past her stomach, I lift her tank top and admire my art. “I think you’re bigger today,” I state, marveling at the silvery stretchmarks on her stomach. “Your tits certainly are.”
She laughs and swats my shoulder. “Hey now, asshole. Watch it.”
“You’re beautiful, love,” I mutter, suddenly struck by how very lucky I am. Cerys is mine. My motherfucking wife. And the mother of my child.
Her daddy and I didn’t share a drink over that development, that’s for sure. In fact, he spent the better part of the day threatening me within an inch of my life for knocking up his daughter.
“So are you,” she expresses, her voice growing serious.
“What if . . .?” I trail off. I can’t even say the words. But she knows. She always knows.
“Never,” she assures me, her voice strong and firm. “You’re not like him.”
When I finally broke down and told her about the demon who haunted my past, she cried. She cried for the little boy who didn’t get to just . . . be. I was driven to be a man from an early age. I never got to just live in the moment. Slowly, Cerys has taught me how to live. Day by day. Minute by minute. We spend our time together, unraveling tiny facts about us. Our past. Our present. Hope for our future.
“You’re right,” I tell her as I stand with her in my arms. Even big and pregnant, my sweet love is easy for me to tote around. “I will do everything in my power to make this child feel loved. I’ll never hurt him,” I vow.
She hugs me tight as I carry us to our room. “I know, James. I know this because I base how you’ll love him on how you love me. It’s unwavering and unbreakable. I don’t doubt it for a minute.”
I set her to her feet beside the bed and strip down my wife. She’s not shy about doing the same for me. When we’re both naked, we crawl into our unmade bed. Since being pregnant, she likes being on top. I love being able to watch her fat tits bounce and her lips part when she loses her mind to ecstasy.
Her eyes lock with mine as she rubs against my aching cock. Fingernails dig into my chest as she teases me. Her cunt is drenched, and she rubs her wetness against my dick in a way that maddens me in the good sort of way.
“I love you,” I blurt out. Sometimes it comes tumbling from my lips at the most random times, but if I don’t tell her, I’ll fucking die.
Her lips curve into a smile. “I love you too.”
She continues her teasing, sliding against me. “Everyone thought we were crazy,” she says, her voice breathless. “Instalove, they said. Nobody falls in love at first sight. That’s for movies and books.”
I groan when she lifts her body and grips my dick to guide it inside her tight hole. She seats herself on my thickness, and the way her body clenches around me has me nearly blowing my load immediately. Thankfully, she remains still, giving me a moment to compose myself.