“My nails.” She wiggles her tiny little fingers my way. I’m not at all surprised that they’re painted a shade of pink.
She and Olivia went this morning and got them done. They do it every Saturday morning while Izzy and I take the quad out onto the land. I’ve tried to get Izzy to go with them, not wanting her to miss out, but she insists she doesn’t want to. To be honest, I love the fact that she wants to stay here with me.
“Isn’t it that gel crap that doesn’t chip? You’re able to mine with it.”
“It’s worth chips for gold, Daddy.”
“Right,” I say with a laugh.
“When are we going?” She sits up a bit straighter, looking toward the clock. “Mama and I are supposed to cook tonight too.”
“How about I go check on her?”
“That baby in her belly makes her sleep a lot.” Mickey picks up her crayon and starts coloring again. “Makes her like cake too. I bet we make a cake tonight.”
“You and Mama make the best cake.” I get up from my chair.
“We really do,” she agrees.
“Be good for Grandpa while I check on Mommy.” I kiss her on her little head before I make my way to our bedroom to find my wife.
I find her in the kitchen with a sleepy look still in her eyes. She’s got a pint of ice cream in her hand.
“You let me sleep too long,” she says with a mouth full of ice cream.
“No, I didn’t. I was waiting for the sun to set so it’s not so hot. The girls will still have an hour to pan for gold.” I make my way over toward her. “How do you keep on getting more beautiful?” I rest my hand on her stomach as I lean in for a kiss.
She moans against my mouth. “Do you need me?” I ask between kisses.
“I always need you, but we don’t have time,” she huffs.
“Always time to get my wife off.” I lift her, sitting her on the kitchen island and spreading her legs. She’s got a summer dress on, making this a whole lot easier. I pull her ass to the edge as I drop to my knees.
“Jason.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she watches me push her dress up her thighs before I pull her panties to the side. Her pussy is always a bit sweeter when she’s carrying my baby inside of her.
I know my wife's body. It doesn’t take me long to have her coming against my tongue as my name pours from her lips.
“You’re so good to me.” She sighs as I start to stand.
She makes a grab for the button of my jeans, but I hear the sound of my mom’s voice and Izzy’s laughter a moment before the door opens. I quickly right Olivia’s dress as our daughter bursts into the room. I don’t miss the smile my mom has on her face when she sees Olivia and me.
“Grandma and Grandpa helped us put our boots on. We’re all ready to go,” Izzy informs us before turning and heading back out of the room.
“Vee and Archer just got here too. Archer is helping Dave get the four-wheelers out.”
“We’ll take the gator.” I help Olivia off the counter. It’s safer for her.
“How’s my grandson doing?” Mom asks, coming over to give Olivia a kiss.
“He’s looking forward to making your anniversary cake,” Olivia says.
“I can’t believe it’s been four years since I married your father.” My mom smiles.
I’d been so worried about winning over Olivia’s family all those years ago. Then her dad went and married my mom. It had been a bit surprising at first, but damn am I fucking happy for them. Dave is a good man. Protective too.
He treats my mom how she should be treated. He puts my own father to shame. I don’t think Olivia even gets that when she agreed to be mine she’d given me so much more than her love.
“And we obviously need cake to celebrate.” Olivia pushes the cake like someone might say we shouldn’t have any. She’s too damn cute. It doesn’t matter how pregnant she gets, her little ass is in the kitchen cooking up a storm. Especially on nights like tonight. “My brothers here?” Olivia asks when I take her hand, following my mom out.
“They're going to meet us out there,” I say, checking my phone to see a text from them.
“Going to be a full house tonight.” Olivia beams.
It will be. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
When I struck gold on the land, I thought I was the luckiest bastard, but little did I know that feeling was nothing in comparison to when I struck love with Olivia.
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