She pushes her ass back into me. I hiss in a breath as I grind into her ass. I start kissing her neck, but she turns in my hold and stays me with a little hand against my chest.
“I have another gift for you,” she smiles up at me sweetly.
I drop a kiss on her lips. “Nothing can top what you've already given me, sweetheart.”
She smiles at me again and takes my hand, pulling me along to the studio I had set up for her.
She's free to do whatever she wants now, and she pursues her passion of painting. While she mostly paints abstracts that sell pretty well to decor companies, she paints some landscapes and portraits too.
I love everything she creates. I love to watch her body sway as she dips the paintbrush in the colors and glides it across the canvas.
I could watch her all day, but she's had me locked out of her studio for the past week. I had a suspicion she was up to something.
My breath catches when she gives me a shy smile and pulls the sheet from what she's been working on.
It's a painting of me bare-chested. She has all of my tattoos painted out in minute detail, my beard, my eyes, the way I look at her. She's captured everything I feel for her in one picture.
My chest swells, tears stinging my eyes again.
“Do you like it?” she asks me earnestly, holding her own breath anxiously.
“Are you kidding me?” I tell her as I pull her into my arms again and kiss the top of her head. “I love it. I loveyou. You’re everything, you know that?”
She shakes her head and places a protective hand on her stomach in that way expecting mothers do. It makes my chest swell to see it.
“Soon Bella will be here, and she'll be our everything.”
A smile tips my lips. “So, you've decided on Bella?”
We've been going back and forth over names. After we narrowed it down to some of our faves, I gave her the final say, knowing she’d pick the perfect one for our little girl.
She nods, smiling back at me beautifully. I swear to god she really is glowing.
“Bella,” I try out the name again, and it settles inside me.
“It's perfect,” I tell her. “Just like you.”
“Rocky,” she whispers my name in that tone that sends precum leaking from my tip. I already know what she wants before she gives the order, and I’m more than willing to obey.
“Kiss me,” she whispers breathily.
I cover her lips with mine and kiss her with all the love and devotion in my heart for her.
My love. My life. My woman.
Mine.