“Yes, stop teasing me and do it already.”
Jesus Christ.“Coming,” I groan as the zing slides up my ass to my balls.
“Yes, Gabriel,” she breathlessly pants in my ear. “Fuck my ass.”
I’m done.
I come so hard, ramming through her tight muscles as she clenches and falls apart, joining me, riding the wave of our pleasure—our dirty, dirty, amazing, remarkable pleasure.
“Fuck,” she exclaims and falls limp on the bed. “I have to be pregnant after that.”
Chuckling, I extract myself and fall to the bed beside her.
I give us a minute to recoup, then wash my hands and clean us up. I offer her my hand. “You ready?”
“To pee on a stick?” She arches a brow. She loves teasing me.
“Yeah, Angel, to pee on a stick.”
“Well, you asked so nicely.” She kisses my cheek and leads the way to the bathroom.
Watching my Angel walk naked before me is an otherworldly event. If my dick wasn’t wornthefuckoutbymyoneandonly, it would salute her.
I wait patiently as she does her business then hands me the stick as she wipes. After two kids, there are no parts of her I haven’t seen, nor bodily function I haven’t experienced with her. And I love her all the more for each and every one of those trust-filled, comfortable moments.
She washes her hands and comes to lean on me as we watch one line fill the window.
I hold my breath as another pink line appears.
“Oh, my god. You got me pregnant.”
“Wegot you pregnant.”
She beams up at me. “I guess we did.” Her head falls to my chest. She has to hear the racing of my heart.
I rub her arms and up her back. “You okay, Angel?”
“I’m relieved.” She looks up, her chin resting on the center of my chest till she leans back so we can make eye contact. “I’m so tired. I was really starting to worry something was seriously wrong with me.”
I cup her cheek, letting my forehead fall to hers. “I’ll do more, take more of the parenting and household load off you. Hire a full-time nanny. Whatever we need to do to allow you to rest and feel better.”
“I feel like you already do so much—”
“I can’t grow babies.” I splay my hand across her abdomen. “I can’t breastfeed. I can’t kiss booboos away like you can. But there’s lots more that I can do to let you focus on the thingsonlyyou can do, Angel.” I kiss her forehead. “We got this. I got you.”
Her relaxing into me steadies my heart. She hears me and trusts me. “Climb in bed. I’ll bring you Madd to feed while I get us some dinner.” Joggers on, I kiss her softly before heading out.
“Big Man.” She stops me at the door.
“Yeah, Angel?”
“Can we not tell anyone tonight?”
“Yep. Wasn’t planning on sharing. I’ll be back. Try to stay awake.”
She yawns and sinks into the bed. “I can’t make any promises. Just stick Maddyn on my boob. She knows what to do.”
“That she does.” Chuckling, I head out to get my little angel fed so I can feed my big Angel.