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“More kids?” I raised my eyebrows at him. Starting off with two kinda made me want to stop while we were ahead.
We remained silent as we put the babies to bed. He grabbed my hand as we eased out of the room leaving the door slightly open.
“You really want more kids?” I asked letting him guide me back to our rooms.
He turned and pressed me against the wall. “You don’t?”
I glared at him. He was such a tease. He knew we couldn’t do anything for four more weeks. Yet, he was constantly brushing up or rubbing against me.
“Cut it out.” I glared at him.
He kissed me softly on the lips.
“You’re being bad. You know we have weeks to go, right?” I asked giving him more access to my neck.
“Yep, I’m just reminding you how fun the begetting of babies can be,” he whispered grinding on me.
I pushed against him, “The begetting of babies.” I laughed and walked toward our bedroom shaking my head. He was funny. When I first met him, I would have never believed this side of him.
He smacked my butt, “Yep, begetting of babies. I want at least one more. I want the whole experience this time.”
Chris had once told me that he hated that he missed so much of the pregnancy. “You mean the throwing up, gagging, and wanting to die from vomit loss.” I reminded him as I eased into the bed.
He grinned like a loon. “Yep, that.”
I shook my head. Leave it up to him to think that shit was cute.
“We’ll see,” I said laying against his chest.
“I can make you change your mind,” he said with confidence.
“Right because you have superpowers?” I pinched his nipple.
He grabbed my hand and pressed it to his chest. “Nope, I got the magic stick.”
I giggled. Yes, my husband and I listened to all types of music. We considered it fun teaching each other to like music that the other may not have ever thought about.
“The magic stick, huh.” I reached down and grabbed his erection. This man stayed ready. Four weeks was going to be a long wait.
“Yep, it’s going to be out of action for a couple weeks, but the buildup is going to be good,” he pressed his erection into my hand.
I leaned across him. “You do know that there are things I can do to help you out with that, right?”
We had only held each other for two weeks. I thought my husband was due for a little mouth action.
He ran his fingers through my hair. “What do you have in mind?”
I smiled naughtily at him. “I might try to see what all the hoopla is about as far as swallowing. You know, we might have to try everything at least once.”
I eased down his body. Loving him was the best decision I had ever made. He made my heart and body soar.