It was perfect. Heaven. A fairy tale.
And it was mine.
Every single one of Zach’s kisses, and every time he drew me to that perfect peak.
We were together—kissing, embracing, delivering the other as much pleasure as we could handle.
I whimpered against Zach’s mouth. I didn’t want his tongue. I needed him. I craved a closeness only he could sate, and Zach never denied me—not while I carried his child and not while he promised how we belonged to the other.
He sealed his lips over my clit, chuckling as my body wetted for more of his skilled touch. He moved away, and I murmured a quick protest.
“Make up your mind,” he teased.
“Make love to me.”
“I’m ready to serve, ma’am.”
He snuggled beside me, spooning our bodies as the swell in my tummy was getting a little too big for our normal play. His cock pressed against my back—the same way I remembered from the first night we stole away to a bed.
He was always hard.
But I knew so much more about him now. Inside, he was a soft, perfect teddy bear. A devoted lover. A man so eager to be a father it surprised me each time he brought home a new toy, another camo onesie, a gadget the child wouldn’t be able to use for ten years. He loved the baby as much as he loved me.
And that was more than I ever imagined anyone could be loved.
It never ceased to amaze me.
I welcomed him inside me, each aching inch hotter and thicker than the last. He held me, breathing soft words of love and stark profanity that delighted me as much as his hot length. He bottomed out, and every teased nerve in my body lit as his arms circled around my breasts and under my bump. He drew me close, kissed my cheek, and thrust in and out of my wetness with such confidence it replaced my breath with a steady whimper of pleasure.
This was more than love. This was pure need. The connection both of us craved and the union we never thought we’d find. I loved Zach more than I dared to speak, but he knew. Despite every fear and hesitation I once had, he understood me. I trusted him. I wanted him. And with the sparkling diamond on my finger, baby in my tummy, and beautiful words whispered into my ear, I had him.
And he had me.
Nothing would ever come between us again.
The pleasure rocked me. I groaned, squeezing his hand as his strokes quickened. I held him tight as he thrust completely within me, burying his cock as jet after jet of his seed coated me in warmth, protection, and desire. My peak followed. I moaned and welcomed the crashing bliss of his heat, his size, and his comforting arms.
Absolutely the only thing I needed in the world.
…Aside from the sealed envelope.
I rode the clenching aftershocks and smiled as he pulled from me. He didn’t go far. He grabbed the envelope and kissed me.
I nodded again.
“Cause if it isn’t what you wanted, we can always make another one.” He grinned. “As many as you like.”
“Open the damn envelope.”
Zach ripped through the paper with a playful glee. I reached for it, but he pulled it away, gazing over the words. His eyes flashed a bright and delighted green.
I tugged the card from his hand. He cradled me against him.
“A baby girl,” I whispered.
“You were right.”
“You know better than to doubt me.”
He kissed my shoulder. “You’d think I’d learn.”
I smirked, pressing the card to my chest. Zach’s arms warmed me, but he still helped to cover me with the blankets. I’d never get enough of his embrace.
“Happy?” He asked.
“Anything I can do to make you happier?”
I had him. I had our growing daughter. I had no doubt of his love. What more could I want?
We were a family now.
And it was everything I’d hoped it would be.