Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
His hands slide over my swollen belly, and my breath catches at the heat in his touch. We’ve been through so much together, and even now, the passion between us hasn’t faded—it’s only grown stronger, deeper.
“I think we should do something about that,” I whisper, my voice low, filled with need.
CADE
I can’t take my eyes off her. The way her body has changed over the past months, round and full with our baby, has only made me more in awe of her. She’s so beautiful—more than she knows. And even now, standing there with her hand resting on her swollen belly, she still looks at me with that same playful, teasing spark in her eyes.
When she mentions speeding things along, my heart skips a beat. There’s a hunger between us, always has been, and knowing how close we are to meeting our baby only heightens that connection. The thought of her needing me, wanting me, even now, sends a rush of heat through me.
I take her hand, leading her to the fire, where the warmth flickers across her skin, casting her in a soft glow. Slowly, I begin to undress her, my fingers carefully unbuttoning her shirt, peeling away the layers until she’s standing there, her body bare and radiant in the firelight.
I pause for a moment, just to take it all in—the swell of her breasts, full and tender, the curve of her belly, round and heavy with the life we’ve created together. She’s perfection. Every inch of her is a reminder of how much I love her, how much I want her, and how she’s about to give me the greatest gift of all—our child.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my hands sliding over her skin, my touch reverent. “Every part of you, Lena. You’re perfect.”
Her breath catches as I kiss her softly, my lips trailing down her neck, savoring the way she responds to me. Her body trembles slightly, a mix of anticipation and need, and I feel the familiar heat rising between us.
I guide her down onto the plush rug by the fire, the warmth from the flames wrapping around us, adding to the intensity of the moment. She lies back, her body laid bare before me, and I can’t help but take another moment to just look at her, to drink in the sight of the woman I love more than anything in the world.
My hands move slowly over her skin, tracing every curve, every line, committing it all to memory. The way her belly rises and falls with each breath, the softness of her breasts, the way her body has adapted to carry our child—it’s all so mesmerizing, and I’m overwhelmed with love and desire for her.
“You’re everything to me,” I whisper as I position myself behind her, my hands on her hips, guiding her gently.
I enter her slowly, my body pressing against hers, and the sensation is pure bliss. Every movement, every sound she makes sends a surge of pleasure through me. I’m careful, tender, but there’s an urgency between us that neither of us can deny.
She moans softly, her body arching as I move inside her, my hands gripping her hips with a possessive but loving touch. She’s everything I could ever want, and right now, she’s mine. Completely.
We move together, the heat between us building with every thrust, every kiss, until the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. When we finally come together, it’s with a shared, desperate release, our bodies trembling, our moans echoing through the room.
But just as the moment fades, Lena gasps, her eyes widening as she sits up quickly.
“Cade... my water just broke.”
I freeze for a moment, the reality of what’s happening hitting me like a bolt of lightning. Our baby is coming.
epilogue 3
FIVE MONTHS LATER…
LENA
The house is quiet, and I sway gently, cradling our baby boy against my chest, his warm little body snuggled close to mine. His tiny hands rest against my skin as he nurses, but he isn’t hungry tonight. He’s barely feeding, more interested in dozing off in the comfort of my arms. I hum a soft lullaby as I rock him, my heart swelling with love as I watch his eyes flutter closed.
The scent of Cade cooking dinner wafts through the air, filling the house with the rich aroma of herbs and spices. He’s always been amazing in the kitchen, but since our son was born, he’s taken over, making sure I’m always well-fed, always cared for. He’s the best dad in ways I never even dreamed of—whether it’s changing diapers at three in the morning or rocking our little boy to sleep after a long day.
I glance down at our son—his tiny fingers curled into a fist, his dark lashes resting against his cheeks—and I can’t help but feel like life is more perfect than I ever imagined it could be. He’s so peaceful, so content, and I know Cade has everything to do with that. He’s always there, always calm and steady, taking on fatherhood with a kind of devotion that makes my heart burst with pride.