"Leo," I mumbled into his mouth. He didn’t stop. "Leo," I laughed.
He pulled back, breathless. "Thank you so much!” He smiled and looked at the certificate again.
"Don’t thank me. It should have been that way all along." I dropped my head. His finger found my chin and lifted my face so he could kiss me.
"Thank you for bringing it down here for me to see," he kissed me again. "I think we should celebrate tonight." He smiled and I nodded. "Let’s go out to dinner, just you and I?"
"Let me check with Mrs. Jones and I will let you know," I smiled and kissed him again. "Now get back to work, mister!" I laughed and he smacked my ass as I headed out the door.
Leo
Moving in together as a family was fantastic, but nothing felt better than when she appeared with my name on my son’s birth certificate. It was the best feeling that I had ever felt.
I had to admit that tonight was not just to celebrate the certificate; I had ulterior motives. Ever since Mina and Oliver had told everyone about their pregnancy and then seeing Mina’s tiny little bulge, I had longed to convince Chloe to have another baby. I knew it was too soon and that she wouldn’t do it, so I kept fighting the urge to talk about it. We had only been back together for less than a year and I knew that Chloe preferred to take it slow and not rush, but I felt like a little spontaneity was in order for us. Everything about us in the past and present felt so calculated, like we could timeline when to feel things for each other.
Chloe had called about an hour after she left to tell me that Mrs. Jones would take care of Anthony while we went out tonight. I immediately started running through everything in my head and pulled open the drawer that held the tiny, blue box. A box that I had gotten as soon as we had returned from my parents’ and held onto it until now. It was time.
I picked Chloe up from her office at six thirty and we headed to the restaurant at the Seattle Space Needle. The night was going wonderfully. We talked about work, new artists, about Mina and Oliver, and Anthony.
Once the desserts had been placed on the table, I decided that it was time for me to swallow my nerves and just do this. "Chloe?"
"Hmm?" She asked as she pulled her fork from her mouth.
"I wanted to ask you something." I looked at her and she obviously saw something that made her afraid.
"What’s wrong?" She asked quickly, placing her fork down on the plate.
"Nothing is really wrong. Well, I mean, there is one thing that is wrong and I need to correct it." Her face went white. "It’s not something bad, at least I hope that you don’t think that it’s bad."
I pulled out the box from my jacket, opened it, and presented it to Chloe. "I want you to marry me." Her mouth opened and her eyes widened. "Before you argue all the reasons that we shouldn’t get married and how soon it is, please just consider how long I’ve loved you. No one will ever mean more to me than you and Anthony. Please, say it…say that you love me enough to marry me and become Chloe Mackey?" I sat waiting for what felt like an eternity for her to answer me.
She swallowed hard and then spoke. "Leo, it’s so…" I cut her off.
"I’ve already thought all of this out. Do you want to be with anyone else?" She shook her head. "Well neither do I and that’s all that matters. We only want each other, we only love each other. Marry me, Chloe Fisher?" I refused to use Fiorello unless I had to.
"Yes," she said so quickly that I thought that I had heard her wrong.
"Did you say yes? Did you just agree?" I stood up and quickly pulled her to me as she nodded that she had indeed said yes. "Thank you, Chloe!" I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her passionately, the taste of lemon cake still present in her mouth.
"Thank you," she whispered against my lips. I raised my eyebrow as I pulled back to look at her. "Thank you for still wanting and loving me…after everything," she smiled and kissed me passionately.
We only made it to the car before ravishing each other’s bodies. Both of us now carried condoms with us because of our random attacks on each other.
I convinced Chloe to marry me only two weeks after that on a Friday afternoon. We went to a local court house with a few family members attending a civil marriage. It was small, quiet, and quick. We had both done the big wedding and we wanted something more private.
We had rented out the country club to bring our family and friends together to celebrate the union with dinner, drinks, and music. It was a very nice evening. Anthony went with my parents for the rest of the weekend and I surprised Chloe with a small getaway. I rented a cabin in the mountains about eight hours north of Seattle. It was a gorgeous cabin and I planned to keep her naked and in front of the fireplace the whole time. Chloe didn’t know about the cabin until we got here. It was my surprise for her.
"Oh, Leo, it’s beautiful," she sighed as we entered and looked around. It really was a cute little cabin. I immediately set out to start the fire.
"I thought you would like it," I smiled at her as I placed the screen in front of the fire that was slowly increasing in intensity. She came over to me quickly, wrapping her arms around my waist.
"Well, Mr. Mackey, I think we should get the luggage into the bedroom," she smiled.
"Indeed, Mrs. Mackey." I couldn’t help but feel giddy when I said that. Chloe was my wife. She was Chloe Mackey.
While Chloe took a shower, I set up wine, cheese, fruit, blankets and pillows around the fireplace. By the time she came downstairs in her pajamas, I had everything ready and the smile on her face was all the reward I needed.
We sat drinking wine and snacking on the food while we talked. The past was a main topic of discussion for about an hour and then we discussed Anthony; how smart he was, his sense of humor, that he had already shown signs of Chloe’s sarcasm, and that he was definitely musical like me.
"I bet you were beautiful," I said without thinking.
"Huh?" Chloe, who was lying next to my with her head on my left arm, tilted her head up to look at me in confusion.
"Uh…when you were pregnant with Anthony," I smiled and looked away. I know how guilty she still felt and I didn’t want her to feel that way tonight.
"Oh," she said quietly and returned her head to its original position. Shit! I just killed the mood.
Chloe
Seeing the way Leo’s face lit up and at the same time was so saddened at Anthony’s updated birth certificate really ripped my heart apart. He had missed so much with Anthony and it was entirely my fault.
When we had gone out to dinner that night our conversation was so easy and light, but I could tell that Leo had something on his mind. I was waiting for him to decide he was ready to talk about it. Once I heard him say that he wanted to ask me something and I looked at his face, I was almost distraught. Had he finally wised up to what a bad person I was and decided that we should end this? His face was so nervous and scared that it’s all I could think.
His proposing to me was not something I had been ready for. I was completely shocked. I listened to him and my first reaction was to object and be cautious, but then I did what I never seemed to be able to do before, I let go and let my heart decide. I said yes.
Lying with him in this cabin, talking about the past, present, future, listening to him talk about Anthony, I pictured his face the day at his office over the birth certificate.
"I bet you were beautiful," he seemed to blurt out.
"Huh?" I wasn’t sure if I had missed something.
"Uh…when you were pregnant with Anthony," he smiled at me and quickly avoided looking at me.
Guilt instantly set in, like it always did. "Oh," was the only response I could give. My mind was spinning and things were flashing behind my eyelids as I closed my eyes and nuzzled up to Leo’s side; Leo seeing Anthony for the first time at Roni’s, him being with Anthony in the hospital, his face as he went through Anthony’s baby and photo books, the way he looked in his office a few weeks ago. It was then that I completely realized my feelings at each of those Mome
nts and it wasn’t just guilt. It was a plethora of emotions; relief, excitement, joy. A few weeks ago it was longing; longing to have another child with Leo.
I rolled over and climbed up his body, biting my lip just because I knew that it drove him crazy.
"Chloe…that lip…" he warned. I smiled then bit my lip again as I pressed my lips to his.
I took his bottom lip into my mouth and bit gently on it. His tongue plunged into my mouth and his hands were in my hair. I was gripping his shirt as our kiss deepened and became more animalistic.
Our bodies instantly started to react to each other’s kiss and touch. I ran my hands down his chest and propped myself up so I could grab the hem of his t-shirt. His mouth moved to my neck and he lightly bit between my neck and shoulder. I instantly went primal, yanking his shirt over his head and growling at the sight of his chest.
Planting wet, open-mouthed kisses on his chest, I pushed his gym shorts to his ankles where he kicked them off. I thanked God that he had skipped wearing underwear. I licked him from base to tip and slightly sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue. He hissed in appreciation and I continued to work his cock with my mouth and hand until he was solid and rock hard for me. I slowly bobbed my head on him, his hands on my head setting the pace for him. I lightly slid my teeth over the flesh of his erection and he growled, pulling me up to his chest and rolling us over.
I could see the primal lust in his eyes too. He tore my silk camisole top away from my skin. His mouth attacked my right breast as his left hand pushed my silky bottoms down to my knees. He hooked his foot in my pants and pushed them down so I could kick them off.
Leo placed his magical fingers between my wet lips. sliding up and down until I bucked my hips. He moved his two fingers to my swollen clit and began to rub slowly, driving me crazy. When he slid the two fingers down my slit and inside of me, I groaned loudly and fisted his hair tightly. As he pumped his fingers into me, I felt my body tighten and clench down around him. I screamed his name out loud and could feel his smile on my breast as I panted, trying to catch my breath.
Quickly, he was between my legs and reaching over to something above me. I was kissing his stomach, feeling him shiver when I would lightly bite on his skin.
Finally, he returned to me and pressed his lips to mine forcefully. "You are so amazing," he moaned into my mouth.
"Fuck me, Leo." I growled into his ear. I felt his body shift and I heard a crumpling sound, instantly realizing that it was a condom. I reached my hand down between us and stopped him as he was about to roll on the latex. His eyes shot up to me as I pulled the condom away and threw it away from us. "Fuck me, Leo,” I growled again and bit my lip. I pushed forward and he started his slow but powerful thrusts. The smoldering soon built into a flame that would put our fireplace to shame. I began to push my hips up faster and harder against him as he increased his plunging.
"Oh God…Leo…fuck!" I moaned out as I dug one hand into his shoulder and the other fisted tightly into his hair.
"Too perfect…fuck, Chloe…you feel so fucking good!" He moaned into my neck before licking and sucking on my skin.
He pushed my legs up to my chest and sunk deeper into me sending me over the edge of ecstasy in his swift, deep move. I screamed his name and my pussy clenched around his cock. That was all he needed to let go and call out my name as he released his orgasm into me.
Both of us were out of breath and were tangled together on the floor in front of the fireplace. I had never felt so happy, so fulfilled, in all my life.
Chapter Thirty
Three and A Half Years
Chloe
One Year
A few months after Leo and I were married, Mina and Oliver welcomed Jasmine into the world. A beautiful, tiny, little girl with a whisper of blond hair like Mina and bright, blue eyes like Oliver. She was so sweet and absolutely spoiled by everyone.
Mina started to design all of Jasmine’s clothes and soon found that she had requests for her baby designs. This got Mina into her newest business, Fashion Pixie Baby Boutique. She had multiple locations throughout the country; California, New York, Seattle, Dallas, Miami, and still growing. As Jasmine got older, Mina has started designing for toddlers, children and teens. After three years, this led to the development of Boutiques aimed toward the teen demographic. She was truly a brand.
Christopher Robert Mackey arrived almost a year after Leo and I were married. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. From the moment that Leo found out I was pregnant, I couldn’t keep his hands off of my stomach or out of my pants. The larger my belly became, the more he would attack me.
He insisted on being at every doctor’s appointment, watching me shower, drying me off and even bought me maternity clothing that were supposed to fit snugly to my body. I teased him that he wouldn’t want me anymore when my belly was gone. Leo had smirked and responded simply, "looks like I’ll just have to keep you pregnant then." I had smacked him and laughed.
The first time that he felt Christopher move and kick inside me, we called out of work. Instead, we stayed in bed all day with his head or hand on my stomach, discussing names and the nursery.
Anthony was excited about the baby. Although, when he felt the baby kick, he crinkled up his nose and walked away. From that moment on, he didn’t want to touch my stomach. We found this amusing.
I don’t think that there had ever been a prouder father in the hospital the day that Leo watched me give birth to Christopher. He was so supportive throughout the delivery and the tears that I saw from his eyes when they placed Christopher onto my stomach, made my heart burst with joy. Leo held him close to his chest without any fear. He was a constant in our first days home from the hospital. Even though we had plenty of help and support from friends and family, Leo was determined to do it all for me. While I thought that being pregnant was the largest turn on for Leo, I was wrong.
Leo would watch me breastfeed or sleep with Christopher and the moment he could get me alone, his hands were all over me. "Do you realize how beautiful it is to watch you with our son?" He had mumbled into my neck as he pressed me against the wall outside of Christopher’s room one day. The moment that we were able to have sex again was the most intense night we had ever had. He had made me come at least six times that night and had taken me lovingly, forcefully, from behind, me on top, him on top, against the shower wall and any other way imaginable.
Two Years
Two years after Leo and I had been married, Max was injured in a game and could no longer play in the NFL. He was disappointed but was happy to be home with Roni and the kids. Roni was the biggest surprise of us all. Miss Independent was the PTA leading, mini-van driving, soccer Mom of the year. I swear, she was on every school committee that she could volunteer for and ran fundraisers for soccer and ballet.
Roni and Max had become foster parents to a set of twins and eventually adopted them. Irina and Carmen were three years old when the adoption was finalized. Roni was super Mom. She put me to shame.
Max couldn’t stay away from football and Roni knew it. So, when her school association friends had mentioned that WSU was looking for a football coach, she immediately pushed Max to look into it. Now Max was in his second year of coaching college football.
Anthony was six and going into first grade and Christopher was a little over a year old when Leo told me what he wanted for our anniversary.
"Chloe?"
"Yeah?" I said over some papers that I was reading in our home office.
Both of our companies had negotiated a merger that allowed for the companies to function somewhat separately while being owned by CLM. CLM was the joint company that Leo and I had created after I bought out most of Aron’s stake in the label.
Aron had been looking to retire, so I offered to buy most of his stock and, in return, he would keep a percentage. This move made me the primary owner of the company which, in turn, became Leo’s with the merger. With the kids, I worked part time in the office and
part time at home. Leo worked mostly at the office.
"Our anniversary is coming up." I looked up from the contracts and smirked.
"Yes, it is. Did you just remember that?" I giggled as I put the contracts back into a folder.
"No," he smirked at me. "I was just thinking about what we should do, that’s all."
"I think that staying home with the kids and having a movie marathon would be ideal," I smiled brightly. I loved when we all were together; no soccer, no preschool, no work. Just us.
"Hmmm…that sounds good," he smiled widely. "However, do you think that I will be able to get you alone at some point, Mrs. Mackey?" He raised an eyebrow at me.
I laughed. "You have me alone with you now, Mr. Mackey."
Leo stood and walked around the desk, pulling me up from my chair. His lips met mine and his tongue separated my lips. I moaned into his mouth and gripped his biceps. I felt the desk against the back of my thighs and his hands as they lifted me onto the desk. He pushed my skirt up mid-thigh and stood between my knees as he pulled back slightly.
"So," I panted out, "what is it that you need me alone for?" I said as seductively as I could before licking and biting my lip.
He crushed his mouth to mine and slid his hands over my ass, gripping firmly. Then he pulled back to answer me, "hmmm…I’m just thinking about how nice a little girl would be."
Leo attacked my neck, licking and sucking at my flesh. "A little girl?" I questioned breathlessly.
"Mmhmm," he said into my neck.
"Leo I…." he cut me off.
"I want to see your belly grow with our child again," he looked into my eyes. "I want to make another beautiful child. I want to see you carry, give birth and breastfeed my baby again."
"I just…"
"Chloe, I love you." He crushed his lips to mine and slid his fingers to the inside of my thighs.
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