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Her breath hiccupped.

“All of those, but the baby most of all,” she whispered.

I smiled down at her, my love for her and our baby hopefully shining in my eyes.

“I’m most excited about that,” I told her, pressing my dick into her pussy. “Didn’t you notice?”

She shook her head.

“You better try to get all you can now,” she teased, pushing her hands into my hair. “Because in about eight months, you’re not going to be getting much spontaneity out of me anymore.”

I growled and pushed into her in one swift movement, filling her so completely that she gasped and arched her back.

My dick felt like it was surrounded by molten lava as I pulled out, then slowly sank back inside.

She felt different now that I knew she was carrying my baby.

It was all mental, of course, but I felt like things had changed.

Or maybe I had changed.

No matter what happened, though, I was so fucking happy I could cry.

I’d spent the last ten years so fucking lost without her.

I did everything I could not to come home, because I knew that if I came home for any length of time, I wouldn’t be able to resist Masen’s pull.

And now I saw it for the mistake that it was. Now I knew that fighting what we had was futile.

Masen was a special woman, and as I sank into her, bottoming out inside of her over and over again, I knew that this would never get old.

Life with Masen would never be boring.

“You feel so good,” I told her. “And you’re so fucking beautiful.”

I didn’t talk much during sex, but when I did, I felt it was something that she needed to know.

Masen knew this, which meant she also knew to listen when I spoke.

I stopped with my pelvis touching her ass and looked into her eyes.

“I’ll never, ever let you down,” I said. “I’ll do whatever I can to give you everything you deserve.”

Then my brother ruined the moment by saying, “Hi, Mom!”

I winced and Masen started to laugh.

She blushed, too.

“Hurry,” she whispered. “We have five minutes, tops.”

Pressing my lips to hers, I reached between us and grasped her nipple while keeping my other forearm planted in the bed beside her head.

My pubic hair ground into her clit as I pressed my entire length inside of her not withdrawing, but rocking and grinding into her.

Masen gasped into my ear, letting me know she liked what I was doing and was getting close.

Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, breaking the skin in a few of the places as she did.

“Please,” she gasped harshly. “Please.”

I pinched her nipple tighter, and apparently that was all that she needed.

With one final breath of air, she screamed into my skin as her orgasm overtook her.

Her pussy rippled around my cock, and I finally let myself go, pumping harder, as my cock exploded inside of her.

Hot pulse after hot pulse filled Masen’s depths, leaving me and going into her…and she took all of it.

Every last bit of my release filled her, and we both held completely still as our breathing came back to normal.

“I think you should call 9-1-1,” she said breathlessly.

My head lifted so I could stare into her eyes.

“Why is that?” I
lifted up, just as breathless.

“Because I’m pretty sure my heart’s about to explode from that one,” she said, a smile on her face.

I dropped a kiss onto her lips before I unseated myself from her and came to my feet beside the bed.

She looked so fucking sexy lying in the bed rumpled from the sex we’d just had.

“Masen!” My mother screeched. “What is this pregnancy test for?”

I closed my eyes.

“You dropped it on the way in here, didn’t you?” I asked
, looking at her with disappointment.

She shrugged and pushed up onto her hands before coming to her feet at the end of the bed.

“I had other things on my mind,” she shrugged, not apologizing in the least.

Twenty minutes later I was waiting for my mother to kill me, one demand at a time.

“You can’t let her pick that up, she’s pregnant,” my mother ordered.

I looked to Masen who was holding a box of Little Debbie snack cakes.

“Really?” I asked
. “Would you like me to lift the fucking cake to her mouth while I’m at it?”

My mother glared at me and hurried past me into the bedroom.

“I was talking about the bag that was in the bedroom that you haven’t gotten yet,” she said.

I rolled my eyes at her retreating back.

“It has wheels on it!” I said, raising my voice.

Aaron snorted while Masen leaned into the counter and started stuffing her face with the Zebra Cake.

“You’re not helping,” I muttered, picking up the box that was at my feet and starting out the door with it.

“Michael Booth Jones,” my mother said. “Is there a reason I am always cleaning up after your sexcapades?”

I turned to find my mother holding up the ripped pair of Masen’s panties.

Aaron laughed.

My father grinned.

Masen’s father frowned fiercely.

Karen smiled.

“What can I say?” I
said. “I’m in love with her, and I can’t resist her. She has a nice pus-”

I stopped when I heard Masen growl at me.

My mother rolled her eyes and threw the panties in the trash.

Tossing a smile over my shoulder at her, I loaded the box into the truck, but on the way back inside, I made sure to pick the panties out of the trash before I forgot.

I had a whole drawer of them at home and for some sentimental reason, I was keeping them.

 

Chapter 23

It’s not often that I realize I’ve done something wrong. So you should be happy that I’m offering an apology instead of saying fuck you.

-Masen to Booth

Masen

“Oh my gosh,” I was so happy I could burst. “I’m glad you could get her to do it on such short notice.”

“It was a two for one special,” Tai handed over both his niece and his nephew.

I smiled.

“Thank you,” I looked into his eyes. “Is this what they’re wearing?”

Tai nodded. “This was the best they had on such short notice.”

I grinned. “I like it.”

It was Christmas, after all, and with me giving Tai’s brother and sister-in-law such short notice, I was happy with the results.

“It’s not surprising that you couldn’t find anything when you hold the wedding a month after getting engaged, and then don’t tell anyone that it’s a wedding until they show up,” my mother grumbled.

I glared at her.

“According to the internet, I’m allowed to be a bitch on my wedding day,” I told her. “You knew we were going to get married as soon as we could.”

She sighed.

“I did,” she admitted. “I was just hoping you’d let me plan it.”

I bit my lip, knowing that she wanted to plan a big wedding.

That, however, had been Daniela’s dream, not mine.

I didn’t like big crowds of people. I didn’t like hanging out with people I didn’t know.

I would much rather hang out with an intimate group of family and friends that I loved rather than trying to mingle with people that were barely acquaintances.

“Can I wear something like this,” the little girl at my feet asked, pointing to my dress.

I smiled at her.

“Hi, Catori,” I introduced myself, holding my hand out to her after introductions.

She took it, then lifted my hand up to her lips and pressed a wet kiss to the back.

“I’m pleasured to see you, again,” the little girl, Catori, beamed.

“Pleased,” Tai corrected. “Make sure that you stay away from anything that resembles dirt,” Tai instructed. “And he likes to eat anything you have laying around. It doesn’t matter if it’s supposed to be edible or not.”

With that, Tai left Mia, my mom, and I alone with two very cute kiddos.

“They’re darlings,” Mia lied. “I promise.”

***

They were hellions, pure and simple.

I was bent over, praying that the stain that was on the bottom of my dress would not be that noticeable, but I knew it would.

Biting my lip, I stood up and looked down at it in dismay.

“Shit,” I said, shaking my head.

“You ready, baby girl?” My dad’s voice cut into my thoughts.

His eyes automatically went to my dress where the large guacamole stain sat.

“That looks…cool,” he observed with a straight face.

I glared at him.

After I told him about what had happened with Adam, the cutest ring boy in the world, my dad started to laugh.

“Why did you have it in here for anyway?” He asked.

I shrugged.

“I was hungry,” I grumbled.

I hadn’t had any morning sickness since finding out that I was pregnant.

I was eight weeks or so along, and I was praying that this hunger would slow down.

I’d already gained more than fifteen pounds, and the recommended weight gain was only twenty-five.

Considering I still had over seven months to go, I didn’t see the scales being nice to me.

“Let’s go,” daddy snapped his fingers. “Your man’s already bitchin.’”

I rolled my eyes.

I didn’t doubt it.

“What’s he wearing?” I wondered, hoping it was at least something nice.

“Black,” he said.

I sighed.

“He’s wearing all black to my wedding, isn’t he?” I asked.

My father smiled.

“You’ll like it,” he patted my hand.

With that cryptic comment, I walked out the door of the side bedroom of Booth’s parents’ house.

It seemed fitting, after all.

This was where we’d shared our first kiss. Our first embrace. Our first sexual experience. Our first reunion. Now it would be the place that we would forever associate with our wedding.

He led me around the side of the house, and my breath caught in my throat as I caught my first good look at Booth.

He was in black. Not all black, though.

We’d debated on what he should wear, and I finally relented and told him nice jeans and a nice shirt.

He was wearing nice jeans, but he was wearing a black t-shirt. He also had on his ugly scuffed up work boots, and all I could do was smile. That was my man, after all. I wouldn’t want him be anything but himself.

He was standing on a wooden pathway that led from the pool area in the backyard to a raised deck with a garden on three sides of it.

On the back wall, however, hung thousands and thousands of Christmas lights, giving off a soft glow even though it was about an hour before dusk.

“Oh,” I breathed softly. “It’s so beautiful, and so is he.”

My father squeezed my shoulder as we started our approach, making everyone in the yard that was sitting on the various chairs that they brought with them, to stand.

I smiled and waved at Cheyenne, my coworker, and her husband, a big man that was quite intimidating.

“Alright, Catori,” I whispered to the little girl that’d been holding my hand. “Go throw your flowers.

Adam who’d been on my dad’s side let go of his hand and they both started to walk down the aisle.

At first.

Then it quickly escalated when Adam accidentally stepped on Catori’s dress.

Catori turned around and shoved her little brother, causing him to trip and fall.

Seeing what was happening before it happened, Tai’s brother, a big man with beautiful brown skin and black hair the color of midnight, rushed forward and snatched the pillow containing the rings away from Adam before he could throw it at his sister.

Jack went back to his seat, handing the rings to Aaron before he did.

Catori stuck her tongue out at Adam who was now standing, then continued to throw the rose petals on the floor.

With my hand over my mouth to contain my giggles, I finally looked up to meet Booth’s eyes.

He was laughing softly, and his eyes looked me up and down before coming to a stop at the stain.

I glared at him, making him shake in his boots.

He held up his hand and looked away when the two children in the middle of the aisle once again caught our attention.

“Oh shit,” I murmured softly, watching as the boy started to run at his sister’s back.

And before anyone could do a thing, the boy hit the little girl like a linebacker.

Both kids went down, the boy with a cry of anger, and the girl with a cry of dismay.

The basket fell to the floor and got crunched between the weight of both kids, and I could do nothing but shake my head.

“Shit,” my dad said. “The boy’s going to be NFL material. What is he, two? Definite potential.”

I didn’t know, so I couldn’t answer, but it wouldn’t surprise me if he was that young.

The kids were rolling and screaming, and the crowd was laughing.

The mother of the two children, though, was crying.

Not knowing what else to do, I started to hurry down the aisle.

Except I didn’t stop at the kids, I walked right up to the mother, Winter.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I love it.”

She looked relieved.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

I shook my head.

“I swear, it’s not a big deal,” I soothed, patted her on the shoulder, then hurried to my future husband.

“Marry me already,” I ordered him once I got there.

He pulled me into his arms.

“That’s what I’m trying to do.”

Epilogue

Are nap dates a thing? Because if we could just go drive somewhere sans our kid, and take a nap in the car after we eat fast food, I’d totally love it.

-Text from Masen to Booth

Masen

I heard my husband’s truck pull up and I smiled, getting up out of the chair where I’d just collapsed in a heap, only partially dressed.

I looked down at my white shirt that was stained with milk stains and dried vomit and grimaced.

Glancing down at my sweatshirt that was on the couch, I bit my lip and contemplated disentangling it from underneath my daughter, Daniela—Ella for short.

Then I shook my head, knowing it wasn’t going to happen…not if I wanted to get out of here within the next ten minutes. I had somewhere to be.

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