Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask, closing the tab and turning her phone off, setting it on the sideboard away from her reach.
“I was just—”
“Checking your work email when you’re supposed to be relaxing?” I ask, and can’t help but chuckle at the guilty face Faith makes.
“Oops,” she says, shrugging while still smiling, clearly taking joy in winding me up just like always.
“You little brat,” I tease, shaking my head at her as she grins up at me.
“You love it,” she says back because no matter how much we banter and wind each other up, we both love the dynamic we have.
“I love you,” I answer, then strike, grabbing her by the waist and throwing her over my shoulder while she squeals. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll let you get away with this.”
“Ford!” Faith shrieks as I take off running, heading straight to the section of private beach that sits just in front of our honeymoon villa.
I run straight into the sea, laughing at the noises she makes as the warm water surrounds us. Careful not to let the water get on her face, I swap position, moving her so her legs are around my waist and her arms are wrapped around my shoulders. I kiss her, the sea lapping at our skin and the sun warming us, tasting sea salt and the unique sweetness of Faith. She moans, tightening her hold on me, my cock immediately hardening between us.
“I can’t wait to see where life takes us, baby,” I murmur, staring down at her in admiration. “Can’t wait to see more of your successes, and start a family with you, see you become a mom.”
Faith smirks up at me, utter mischief in bright eyes. It’s one of my favorite expressions on her, second only to when pleasure takes her over. “Oh, you want to get me pregnant, do you?”
The way my cock presses harder against her answers for me, and she giggles as she reaches behind her, pulling on the straps of her bikini top until it falls away. I barely manage to snatch the wet fabric from the sea before it floats away, too enraptured by my wife. In the second I grab the bikini top, Faith slips out of my arms and, seconds later, hands me her bikini bottoms, too. For a minute, I’m in too much shock to say anything, giving her the chance she needs to start speeding away from me.
I turn, following her immediately as she takes off up the beach, completely naked.
“If you meant what you said,” she calls out, hair wild and her smile wide, “come catch me and put a baby in me, then!”
That snaps me out of my stupor, and I charge after her, the idea of getting her pregnant driving me absolutely wild. Faith squeals and runs across the sand as I catch up to her, throwing her bikini down so that I can grab her instead.
“Hold on tight, baby,” I growl as I reach her, spinning so I hit the ground first, and she lands on top of me, breathless and wet. “Let’s get you pregnant.”
I spend the rest of the day doing just that.
EXTENDED EPILOGUE
FAITH
Five Years Later
Thank God Ford and I work at the same place because it makes ‘bring your child to work day’ much easier when you have twins. The plan was we’d each take one girl and then switch at lunchtime, but we really should’ve known better. The girls know they can cause chaos way better when they’re together, and they have no plans of being separated.
“Felicity, please stop drawing on your sister with pink highlighter!” I shake my head at my daughter even though I can’t contain my smile. My daughter looks up at me with bright blue eyes and a pout on her pink lips.
“What about the green one?” she asks sassily, picking up a green highlighter and aiming it at her sister’s arm.
“I know exactly where she got her sass from,” Ford pipes up as he walks in with two coffees, holding one out for me. I laugh, rolling my eyes at him.
“If she’s got my sass, Freya got your stubbornness,” I say, watching as our other daughter demands her sister draw a green butterfly on her hand instead of the flower she started.
“Always knew your kids would be mini forces to reckon with,” our coworker says, grinning widely at our children as they play. “They’re such a mix of the two of you!”
“They keep us on our toes.” Ford laughs, watching as Felicity pretends to take a phone call. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Me neither,” I agree.
“I’ll call you back in five minutes!” Felicity declares to the pretend caller as Freya grabs my keyboard and pretends to type.
“What are you working on, Freya?” I ask, curious and thoroughly enjoying watching them make a mess out of my desk.