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Once I finish, I sit on the edge of the bed, slightly away from the dozens of baby paraphernalia I’ve arranged around her sleeping body. When she wakes, I want her to see how serious I am about making this work. About beginning our family together. Will it be perfect? Hell no. But it will be ours, and that’s all that matters.

Now that I’m finished, I’m anxious for her to wake, but I also know she needs her sleep. While I waited for the personal shoppers to complete their missions, I read up on the first trimester and what it will do to her. At the very least, the next time she argues about my fussing over her, I can cite sources to back up my decrees.

When she finally stirs in the covers, her shifting knees knocking into clothing and toys, she wakes, blinking into the hazy pre-dawn light. She sees me staring and freezes. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Does something have to be wrong for me to admire my wife?”

She frowns, the lines bracketing her mouth matching the one bisecting her forehead, belying her young age. “Yeah, if my husband is sitting on the bed, fully clothed and staring…it definitely makes me think something might be wrong.”

I give her a soft smile and shake my head, then deliberately shift my eyes to the item nearest her: a minky, soft gray baby blanket.

She follows my look and lets out a little, “Oh.” Then her gaze rakes over the array of items until she sits up to take it all in. “Did you sleep at all?”

I ease up the bed enough to grab her hands in mine. “No, but that doesn’t matter. Right now, all that matters is you knowing that I’m serious about this. That I’m excited, even if the news came as a bit of a shock. I’m not going to promise I won’t overreact as you progress, but I’ll do my best not to burden you with it.”

Her features are still drawn up tight as she looks at everything but me. “It’s not a burden that you care.”

Gently, I tug my fingers from hers and gather the items on the bed. Still sleepy, she reacts slowly, chasing after my hands to catch things before I remove them. “What, wait, stop, what are you doing?”

I can’t help but laugh as I tug the baby blanket from her death grip. “I’m putting them in the bassinet for now, don’t worry.”

She releases the blanket and stares over the edge of the bed. “There’s a bassinet? I didn’t even see it. Where—?”

I kiss her lips to keep her from talking. Her hands come up to frame my face, as I expect, giving me the room to pull out the jewelry stashed in my jacket pocket. With her distracted, I arrange the diamonds around her hips in a circle and then clasp the largest, the angel wing necklace, around her neck.

She gasps and breaks the kiss to stare down at her bare skin. The blankets pool around her lap, and I take in the sight of her draped in diamonds, bare breasts on display below them even lovelier.

“What?” She gasps and fans her fingers over the bracelets, earrings, rings, and other necklaces I’ve been hoarding to bathe her in. “Oh my God, where did all this come from?”

I lean in and nibble her lip, trailing my fingers down to gently roll a pink peaked nipple between my fingers. “The jewelry store, my love, as usual.”

She huffs and shoves at my chest, a smile playing on her lips now. “Obviously. You weren’t worried about all this wealth just sitting around here? I don’t need all of this.”

Tugging the covers away to get more access to her body, I begin to layer each piece of jewelry on her body until she’s glittering in the dim lighting.

I give her a minute to look at everything. She raises her arms and twists her hands and fingers to get a better look. “These are all so beautiful, but really, I don’t need this.”

If she hasn’t learned by now, I get what I want. Right now, all I want is her draped in jewels and nothing else.

I cup her hips and drag her closer to me so I can speak against her lips. “Since when do you have a choice? I bought these for you, and also for me, to see them on you. Not a single stone can compare to your beauty, but damn, do you make them look good.”

A faint pink flush rises up her neck and into her cheeks. I ease her hair away from her face, trapping the wayward curls behind her ears.

She lets out a long sigh and nuzzles her face into my touch. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you, I guess…they truly are lovely. I’ve never owned jewelry like this. My fa…well…thank you. It’s stunning. All of it.”


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