BRIANNA
TWO YEARS LATER
Padding barefoot down the hallway, I quietly reach the nursery and peek inside. There’s a nightlight near the crib, and as I tiptoe inside, I hear Bella breathing steadily.
Reaching her, I adjust the blanket and make sure she’s comfortable. It’s hard to believe she’ll be turning one in just a couple days. She has dark hair like Tate and me, but she definitely takes after her daddy in the personality department. She has my freckles and lips, but everything else is Tate. I love it.
“How’re my girls?” Tate’s warm arms wrap around my swollen belly as he rests his chin on my shoulder.
“Shh…” I remind him, covering his hands with mine. “She’s so peaceful when she sleeps.”
“Yeah, so let’s not wake her up, because then all of us will be crying.”
I bite my lower lip to hold back a laugh. Spinning around in his embrace, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his lips to mine. “Very true. Let’s go to bed, hubby.”
Tate slides his hands down to my ass and squeezes. “It’d be my pleasure, wife.”
“I can think of few ways of pleasure,” I taunt, arching my hips to rub against the very noticeable erection through his sweatpants. Chewing on my lower lip, I’m basically drooling over his shirtless chest and abs.
“Oh, Mrs. Williams, you dirty girl.”
“What’d I say about calling me that?” I cringe. He knows I hate that because it makes me think of his mother.
“That you secretly like it,” he taunts, taking my hand and leading me out of the nursery.
“You wish.” I snort.
Once we’re in our bedroom, he pulls me into his chest and his mouth is on mine before I can shut the door.
“Gonna fuck you, wife. Is that better?” he growls in my ear, sending those damn tingles down my spine. He knows I love his dirty mouth, and he uses it to his advantage anytime he can.
“God, yes.” I moan. “And don’t be easy on me just because I’m pregnant,” I remind him.
“Don’t worry, baby.” He spins me around to face the bed and smacks my butt. “Bend that ass over for me, sweetheart. Let me see all of you.”
I do as he says, and when I place my palms on the mattress, I arch my back and shake my hips, taunting him.
“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he groans, loudly as he slips his fingers in my pants and lazily pulls them down. “Goddamn, I love your ass.”
“You would,” I snicker. “Pregnancy perks.”
“And your tits. Fuck, they’re huge.”
I roll my eyes and smirk. “Is your plan just to keep me knocked up for your own viewing pleasure?”
Tate kneels behind me and spreads my legs wider. When he runs his fingers up to my thighs, I’m already wet in anticipation. “You’re goddamn right, baby.” He grips my ass cheeks, and when he spreads them, he brings his mouth to my pussy. I love his tongue on me, and he knows right where to lick and suck to have me screaming and shaking in pleasure. He loves to tease and torture me and even after all this time together, it never gets old. I love Tate and our growing family more than I ever thought possible and I hope this feeling never fades. It’s so much more than I could’ve expected when he asked me to be his fake fiancée. No one knows the truth, but it doesn’t even matter anymore. It quickly merged into something real, and that’s all that matters to us.
Tate sucks and tastes me until I’m shaking with relief. Once he’s thoroughly devoured me, he enters from behind and wraps a hand around my waist to rub circles on my clit. It’s so intense and doesn’t take me long to unravel once again. He squeezes my breasts and bites my shoulder as he comes hard inside me, the intensity of our emotions taking over the moment.
“I love you so much, baby. My life didn’t feel complete until you,” he confesses while we lay in bed.
“My life only started when you came into mine,” I tell him honestly. “I’m so damn happy.”
“That’s music to my ears. You, Bella, and our baby boy are my whole life. Always.”
I smile, so damn thankful for the life we’ve made together. This new baby will be named after my father who thanks to Tate was able to get treatment and is doing well now. He loves being a grandfather and loves Tate and Bella so much it makes my heart swell just thinking about it.
“So after this baby, we should try for another girl.” I lean my chin on his chest and grin.