“Well, I think you were always one of those, baby.”
“Well, if I am, it’s because you made me this way, Jackson Decker. You insisting on me asking for what I want and giving me mind blowing orgasms. Is it any wonder I’ve become a teenage boy trapped in a woman’s body?”
“I’m an evil genius and I’ve created a monster.”
“You are and you have.” I cup his face in my hands and pull him to me for a kiss.
He rubs a hand over my swollen belly and our baby girl kicks him.
“Those endorphins she keeps getting a hit of must be wearing off,” I giggle at him.
“If I give you any more endorphins, angel, you won’t be able to walk down the stairs when our son comes home from school in an hour.”
“This is true,” I say with a sigh.
He leans down, kissing my belly. “Your momma is a nymphomaniac, baby girl. If you don’t come out soon, she’s gonna kill me.”
“You can’t say that to our daughter,” I admonish him.
“Okay,” he laughs softly and then he rests his lips against my bump again. “Your momma is the most incredible person you will ever meet, baby girl. She is smart, and kind and beautiful, and she is going to be your favorite person in the entire world, because she’s the best momma you could wish for.”
A few tears run down my cheek and I swat them away but not quickly enough and he sees.
“Why are you crying, angel?” he asks pulling me into his arms.
“You’re so sweet,” I sniff. God, I am just a walking bag of hormones. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too”
I press my face against him and feel his next words rumble through his chest. They are the words that make me quite literally melt for him. “Who do you belong to, Luce?”
“You, Jax. Only you.”
Alana
I watch my two sons running around the garden, squirting each other with super soakers and can’t help but smile. They’re four years old now and such a handful, but they bring a joy to our lives that is indescribable.
As I’m thinking about the news I got today, I feel a pair of warm, strong hands sliding over my hips and onto my stomach. He pulls me toward him, pressing my ass into his groin.
“Buenas noches, princesa,” he whispers in my ear.
I lean back against him, my body sagging against his hard chest. “Buenas noches,” I reply as he presses soft kisses on my neck. “The boys have been waiting for you to get home.”
“I’ll go see them soon,” he growls. “I want you all to myself for a few minutes.”
I turn in his arms and wrap my hands around his neck.
“You look tired,” he says with a frown.
“I am,” I stifle a yawn.
He arches an eyebrow at me. “How about an early night?”
“Your early nights are never about sleeping, Alex,” I laugh softly.
“No,” he trails soft kisses along my collarbone. “But after I fuck you, we can watch TV and I’ll rub your back while you fall asleep.”
“That sounds good,” I admit. And I need to talk to him about my visit to the doctors today. I feel a knot in my stomach as I wonder at the best way to tell him. Maybe I should just do it now? Like ripping off the band aid?