And then the countdown will begin.
I feel better once the boxes are neatly stacked in one corner. The room looks almost like it should—and very similar to the room we shared in Colorado.
In a place of pride is the bunny. We took it with us, and Jake sent a very nice note to the owner explaining that we’d “accidentally” brought it with us, and if they wanted, we’d replace it immediately.
We couldn’t leave it behind, not after we used it for our frisky sexcapades. We might be perverts, but we’re private perverts with healthy boundaries.
Once our baby arrives, we’ll replace the bunny with a stuffy just for them, and bunny will move into our bedroom.
The door behind me swings open, and I pivot.
As always, Jake’s gaze lands on my face first, and we share a secret smile, before his attention slides to my belly, then back up again.
“You need me, my bride?”
I nod quietly.
He closes and locks the door. “Come here.”
The other thing that we have in this nursery that is a lot like Colorado is an oversized armchair. Perfect for nursing a baby, and for parent-to-be shenanigans.
“Remember Vegas?”
I tip my head to the side. “When you fucked me on the balcony after telling your siblings about the elopement?”
“That was hot, but no. The other chair thing.”
“Oh.” My face heats up. The chair inside the hotel room, he’s referencing. “You want me to do that…here?”
“Yes, baby.” He says it so tenderly, but with the stern Daddy vibe that tells me the more I protest and squirm about it, the more he’ll just enjoy my discomfort.
Carefully, I kneel on the armchair, facing the back of the chair.
“Spread your legs wider,” he says as he tugs up my skirt.
I wiggle them apart.
“And now bend over like a good girl.” The pride in his voice overcomes any ingrained doubt I might have about arching my back and pushing my ass out into the air, presenting myself to him like that.
He exhales happily as he crouches behind me. “There are my little holes.”
I laugh wildly, silently, pressing my face into the cushioned backrest. Waiting for him to stop looking at my sex, and—
Ah.
Oh.
He licks a slow, broad path from my clit up to my ass and back again.
Yes. That.
“Who’s Daddy’s good girl?”
“I am,” I breathe.
“Who’s Daddy’s little wife?”
“Mmm-me.”