My cheeks flush; he believes in me and helps to push me to do what I love. “I know...I sort of agreed already,” I admit. I was so pumped up about the lady’s design and order; I couldn’t tell her no. “I was going to wait, speak to you first and all, but she was freaking out on the phone.”
“I’m glad you decided to do it.”
“Yeah?” I ask to make sure. I don’t like taking away from our time together. Sunday through Wednesday is concentrated on spoiling my man. In return, he lends me a hand when he can for my weekend work and together, we make an amazing team. That’s another thing I love about us. We’re always doing whatever we can for each other.
He nods, and we come to a stop about a mile away from Viking and Princess’s home.
“Let’s not take in the fact that all this baking has made me put on an extra ten pounds.”
He snorts and rolls his eyes. “Bullshit, it’s not from the baking, we know this. At least blame it on all the fucking. It’s muscle babe.” He winks, being cute. “Besides, I like the extra weight on you; it gives me a better grip to hold on to. There’s not a damn thing wrong with your tits getting plumper and your ass a little juicier than before.”
“I know, you always remind me how sexy I am to you. I can’t help that my hormones go crazy sometimes. I’m a woman.”
“So, it’s finished,” he says as we come to a stop and I look at the cottage in front of me. This is our spot. We started coming here all the time after we made it official in the eyes of the club. Odin would lie me down under the bright blue sky and make passionate love to me every chance he could. Smitten is not a strong enough word for how he can make me feel. Then one day out of the blue, Odin had a big truck full of building supplies delivered here. Soon after, I found myself making him breakfast burritos and heaping lunch sandwiches because in his free time he was always in this spot, building.
“It’s amazing; I can’t believe you built this place with your own two hands.”
“I had some help,” he beams, pleased with his amazing accomplishment.
“Please...all I did was paint and stain. You are the one with true talent.”
He shrugs the compliment off, always humble when it comes to working, but not when it has to do with his cock or good looks. “You ready to see it completed? It only took me a long ass time to finally get it finished.”
“Of course! I thought you’d never ask!”
“I’m glad we decided to have two bedrooms. It’ll come in handy with all the baking you do. I could do some custom long shelves for all your loaves for packaging. You know, keep the kitchen counters cleared out for your other stuff. I told you, I want to make this kitchen easy for you to bake whatever you set your mind on.”
“I love you,” I whisper, so unbelievably grateful for everything he’s done and continues to do for me.
“I love you, Cherry.” He steps up the few front steps, stopping to turn to me and presses a sweet kiss to my mouth.
“So, funny you should mention that second bedroom,” I mutter.
“Why do you say that?” He meets my gaze, remaining in the same spot; he holds both of my small hands in his.
I’m ruining this amazing tour he’s trying to give me right now, but I need to get it out. I can’t refrain from sharing the news, any longer. “You know how we decided I’d keep going to the doctor before telling Viking and Princess we’re pregnant?”
“Yeah.” He nods, lips turning up at the corners. “I can’t believe you’re willing to carry this little person for them. You’re a good woman, but I always tell you that.”
“Give yourself some credit, big guy. It’s not every day that a man would offer up his child so his brother could adopt it. We’re both doing this together so that Viking and Princess can be parents. We both know they will be great at it, and it should’ve happened for them long ago.”
“I agree with you, so what’s that have to do with the spare room? You think we should make it kid-friendly for when they want us to babysit?”
“Definitely kid-friendly,” I agree. “So how would you feel about being a father? I know we talked about it a while back...but how about now?”
He smirks. “This pregnancy has already given you baby fever? If you want to have a kid of our own after this pregnancy, I would be good with that idea.” One hand breaks free to tuck my hair behind my ear, his hand lingering on my jaw. He continues. “As long as you’re fully healed up, and the doctor says it’s okay. I don’t want to cause too much stress on you, babe. You heard what the doc said about your age and pregnancy taking a bigger toll. I won’t sacrifice your health, so I can have a child; you’re too important to me.”
My eyes fill, tearing up at him always thinking about my comfort and safety. My lip wobbles as I whisper; “What about now?”
“Baby.” He pulls me to his chest, moving to wrap his arms around me tightly. Lips and nose in my hair he softly says, “We can’t do that to my brother; we discussed how important this is. We already agreed and signed documents for a closed adoption to them. They’re paying all the doctor bills for this child. I love you, but we already promised them.”
A choked laugh escapes, tears dropping over my cheeks as I burrow into his muscular frame and breathe in his smell. He’s my everything, and that smell brings me comfort whenever I need it. “I’ve been going to the doctor more this month because I’m having two babies...not one.”
“Huh?” He nearly shouts, drawing me backward with surprise to peer into my teary gaze. “Did I hear that right?”
I smile, my head bobbing in a nod. “Twins,” I breathe, and his face breaks into a huge smile.
“Holy fuck! Twins?” he echoes. “So that means, wait, we only agreed to give Vike one baby.”