‘What’s this?
’ I say with widened eyes.
‘That, Mrs. Eden is called your husband’s fucking erect cock.’
While I am still laughing, he rolls me over on my back. I feel a finger slide into me. I stop laughing. ‘Oh, Dom,’ I sigh.
A long time later, when we are both exhausted and lying on our side facing each other, he says, ‘I did warn you I was hungry.’
‘Mmmm,’ I say sleepily.
‘It’s Sunday. Let’s stay in bed and fuck and eat junk food all day.’
‘I can’t I promised my mother I’d help her pack.’
He is immediately on his elbow looking down at me, a frown line between his eyebrows. ‘Pack? Pack what?’
‘Her stuff. Remember they are moving in a week’s time.’
‘Fucking hell, Ella. My wife doesn’t pack. That’s what movers are for. Shit, you could ruin your back doing things like that.’
‘I have called the company you told me to call. They are packing all the big things. I’m just helping Mum to package some of her decorative items in bubble wrap.’
I touch his face wonderingly. ‘Thank you for taking care of my parents. My Mum thinks she died and went to heaven. Not even in her wildest dreams did she think she could ever own a house, let alone something so beautiful as the one you bought them. And my father is a whole different man. Who knew that all he needed was hormone therapy?’
‘I’m the one who has to thank them for giving you to me,’ he says lovingly.
‘Talking about that. You might be in a position of giving someone away too in about twenty odd years.’
He suddenly rolls me over and pins me under him. ‘You’re still speaking English, right?’
I burst out laughing. ‘Yes, I am.’
He frowns. ‘It’s not going to be able to crawl as fast as Tommy, or speak like Liliana is it?’
I laugh even more. ‘I don’t know it might.’
‘Oh shit,’ he curses.
‘Stop making a joke of everything, you big fucking hulk, you. Aren’t you happy?’
He looks down at me, blue eyes full of laughter. ‘Yes, I’m so happy I could fuck you all over again.’
I grin up happily at him.
‘I love you, Ella.’
A warm feeling of such love and joy gushes into me I have to gasp. ‘I love you too, Dominic Eden. I love you so much I could fuck you all over again.
‘Go on then,’ he challenges cheekily, as his mouth comes down to claim me.
EIGHTEEN MONTHS LATER
I place Adam on the changing mat.
‘Right,’ I say confidently. ‘Let’s do this.’
He gurgles up at me. I take a deep breath and blow it out.