Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
“That’s incredible!” he kept saying over and over. “You’re pregnant!”
I know it’s silly for me to think that it was the very first time we had sex that resulted in my pregnancy, but that’s what I choose to believe. And so does Daddy.
“That’s great.” He smiles at me, coming back up to find my lips with his. “I can’t wait to see your little baby belly.”
“Are you serious?” I gasp, sort of smiling at the same time. I haven’t start to show really at all just yet. “You don’t like my nice flat tummy?”
“Oh, of course I do.” He smiles. “But I’m sure you’re going to be absolutely sexy when you’re nice and pregnant too.”
I’m blushing. I feel so secure around him, but it’s still going to be a big change to go through, and I’m still coming to grips with it. Still, nothing can stop me from how excited I am.
“Do you think my boobies will get a lot bigger?” I ask him.
“Oh, I bet they will.” He grins, slipping a hand up my shirt to cup my left breast. “And that will be fun for me too.”
He’s such an amazing man. Everything he does makes me feel so wanted and sexy. I don’t even feel like a goblin anymore when I wake up in the morning or like I have to rush off to the bathroom to shower and pretty up before I let him look at me.
“I can’t wait to get married to you,” I whisper as he slides the other hand down my loose pair of flannel pajamas I’ve been wearing around the house today.
“And I can’t wait to get married to you, my love.” He smiles back as he looks into my eyes. There I go getting all giddy inside again. It never fails. Every time. “And we’ll already be in Europe for our honeymoon.”
“Who could ask for anything more?” I smile as he leans in for a kiss.
“Not me,” he says. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”
Epilogue
Cooper
Five years later…
The first thing I do as I step through the door is undo my tie and toss it aside, then set my bag down and kick off my shoes. I’m about to call out for my wife when I see her come around the corner from the living room, barefoot, hair down, wearing nothing but a sheer white robe and looking like an absolute goddess.
“Wow,” I say. “Aren’t you a sight to come home from work to.”
“You think so?” Mandy asks with a teasing wink as she takes slinking sexy steps toward me.
I had a long, intense day at the office working on contracts for a massive intercontinental deal between two corporations, and Mandy clearly thought she’d do something nice for me when I got home. It’s not like she doesn’t look nice every day when I get back, but this is something special.
“I sure do,” I reply, stepping up to her and taking her into my arms. She’s so warm and soft, and immediately all the tension I’ve been carrying from my day at work is lifted, and all I can think about is what I’m going to do to her. “Where is Benny?”
Benny is our four-year-old boy who brings both of us so much joy. Mandy made it through her pregnancy without any issues and delivered him just the same. I was able to take a couple weeks off work to be with her when he was born, then work remotely for several after that. The new firm has been incredibly understanding with paternity leave.
“He’s already asleep,” she says with a sultry smile. “We went to the park earlier, and he wore himself out playing with some of the boys there.”
“Ah, you let him wear himself out, didn’t you?” I ask, parting my wife’s robe to expose her breasts. They grew during her pregnancy and while she was breastfeeding—somehow getting even nicer than they were when she was eighteen—and they just stayed that way. They’re simply magnificent now.
Mandy bites her lip and looks up at me as I cup them and squeeze her nipples between my fingers. God, she’s a gift. A gift given to me, and then she gave me a gift—my son, Benny.
“I wanted some time alone with you, Daddy,” she whispers. “And I thought you might like some with me, given how hard you’ve been working lately.”
I feel my cock getting hard as I feel her up and gaze at the obvious excitement in her eyes. No matter how many times I have her, it will never be enough.
Over the years of our marriage, our sex life has grown to be strong and fierce. I’ve taught her just how I like things, and she’s expressed to me the same thing. She loves it when her daddy takes control—when he’s dominant and wields power in the bedroom. When I want it, I let her know, and I take it, and that turns her on more than anything. Sometimes we both get so turned on that we have to cancel plans we’ve already made so we can take care of each other. Whoever said romance fades after marriage is a crazy person—or they sure as hell weren’t talking about us.