by Lila Bella
After snapping a picture with my phone, I reached down and helped her grab a piece of the cake with her hands, showing her how easy it was. I stood back up, and we all watched for the moment of truth—was she going to eat it or decide she didn’t want it?
When she took that first bite, we all clapped and cheered her on. I was pretty sure the adults were more excited about her first birthday than she was, but guess that was how it always went. There were several cameras out taking pictures while she ate and played with her cake.
“You did a great job. Thank you.” Jude put an arm across my shoulders and pulled me to him so he could kiss my temple. I leaned my head against his shoulder. It felt good for my efforts with Kaylee to be acknowledged.
I had arranged the party myself, from the cakes—one for Kaylee and another for the adults— to the guests and everything in between. Everyone was there, and I had personally reached out to invite each guest.
Janet, the secretary, was there. Violet, of course, she had to come; I needed her support. There were a few other people from Jude’s work, of course. They sort of always popped up whenever there was a party.
The biggest accomplishment though was getting the guys to come. They had regarded me as the help the first time we met, but when I called to invite them to the party, they’d each thanked me for letting them know and for inviting them.
They had treated me as an equal, even offering to bring drinks and food with them. I had told them we had it covered and that Jude would have a fit if I allowed them bring anything.
“Whether he likes it or not, I’m bringing booze,” had been Pittman’s response.
The others had similar reactions to being told not to bring anything, though they finally agreed to put their money towards gifts for the birthday girl.
If I knew anything about them, she was going to be spoiled rotten by all the amazing gifts she was going to receive. Luckily, since she was only turning one, the gifts had been kept fairly modest, grabbing things we all remembered from our own early toys.
After cake, ice cream, and helping her unwrap presents, the party moved outside, where it became more focused on the adults.
Pittman broke out the booze he’d brought, passing drinks around to everyone, while Violet and I stayed inside and cleaned Kaylee up so she could enjoy the rest of her special day.
“You did an amazing job with this party, Hollie. I’m impressed.”
“Thanks, Vi. I hope everyone else is, too, honestly, especially Jude.”
I looked up from the highchair, where we were wiping down sticky little arms with baby wipes, and stared outside for a moment, watching my lover with his friends. They were already joking and cutting up.
I knew he expected to see Kaylee outside, but I hoped I’d made an impression on him with the party. I caught myself always trying to make sure he noticed how much I cared for her, but part of that was because she was an extension of him, and I had developed some pretty serious feelings for him as well.
“I’m sure he notices. How are things going between you two, anyway?”
“Pretty well, I think, but sometimes I can see him trying to slip back into his old lifestyle.”
“Don’t give him a hard time about it,” Violet laughed. “He’s all dad. I’ve seen the way he looks at the both of you. He loves you both, Hollie, so don’t go busting his chops. You both need to be able to step away every once in a while and take a break. With Kaylee getting a little bit older, it might be easier for you to do start doing that, too.”
“Maybe. He wants us to get a babysitter sometime soon so we can go out on an actual date,” I told her.
“That’s me! I would be happy to watch Kaylee for you for a night, and you won’t even have to pay me.” Her face lit up and she looked down at the birthday girl. “How would you like to hang out with Aunt Vi for a night?”
Kaylee reached for her. She looked at me and grabbed the girl from her highchair, picking her up and holding the beaming little girl on her hip. She bounced the baby a couple of times, much to her amusement.
“I guess that settles it. Just let me know when, and I’ll be happy to keep her.”
“Thank you, Vi.”
“What are best friends for?” She winked and nudged me as she walked with Kaylee toward the back door.
We headed outside, letting the guest of honor rejoin her party. Everyone was happy to see her emerge from the house, and she immediately reached for Jude when she saw him.
“Lane, hold my drink, would ya?”
He handed his beer off to Lane and took Kaylee in his arms, holding her up and giving her a kiss on her forehead. Of course, she giggled and let loose a string of baby talk, which got everyone laughing, especially Jude.
I stayed near his side with her for a good little while, until she was ready for a nap. I took her inside and rocked her to sleep in the nursery, taking a few minutes to relax myself while she slept. I left everyone down at the party, enjoying themselves by the pool.
I woke to the sound of Kaylee giggling.
“Shhh, we don’t want to wake Miss Hollie,” Jude whispered to her from the doorway.
I opened my eyes and sat up in the rocking chair. I looked around the room, noticing how dark the window was and how quiet the rest of the house seemed. I suddenly felt like I’d missed the rest of the party.
“Everyone’s already gone,” Jude told me. “And I was actually bringing little Kaylee here to get ready for bed.” There was no anger in his voice. In fact, he sounded happier than I’d heard him in a long time.
“Oh no! I’m so sorry I fell asleep like that, really. I just sat down for a second, I didn’t meant to sleep all afternoon.”
“It’s fine. You put a lot into the party, and you deserved some rest. Vi and the guys helped clean up after everyone from work left. Besides, I’ve had a blast hanging out with this little lady. You’re always hogging her, so it was good to get in some good father-daughter time. I’m sure she’ll agree.”
She giggled as if she understood him.
“But I think it’s time for bed now, and she wants you to put her down for the night. She won’t go to sleep for me.” He smiled as he walked into the room and handed her to me.
After I rocked her to sleep and put her down in her crib, I joined him in the bedroom. He was already in bed with the small TV on his dresser turned to the news.
I could tell he wasn’t really watching it. He stared with his eyes half-closed, as if it was all simply background noise. He turned it off when I entered the room.
“I can’t tell you enough how great today was,” he said.
“Thanks. I tried to give it my best shot. It was my first big birthday party,” I acknowledged, as I started changing into a t-shirt for bed.
“Yeah, but it’s not just that, Hollie. There have been so many things over the last few months, and I felt like today was really the culmination of it all. The guys bragged about you. Janet bragged about you. Everyone was impressed with the way you put the party together and the way you’re doing so great with Kaylee.”
“Oh come on, it’s not that big of a deal. Really.” I climbed into bed and scooted over next to him, trying to cuddle, but he abruptly moved.
“No, it’s more than that,” he insisted. He rolled over and opened the drawer to his nightstand. After rummaging around for a moment he closed it, but lingered with his back to me.
“What are you doing over there?” I teased.
“Something I was actually thinking about waiting to do. I got you something, but I wanted to wait to give it to you. But after today, I don’t think I can.” He climbed out of bed while he was talking and knelt down beside it.
“What are you doing, Jude?” It looked like he was about to propose to me, but who the hell did that? Who proposed beside their bed after their daughter’s first birthday?
Apparently, he was that guy.
“Hollie, you have been an amazing partner in helping me with Kaylee and making this house a real home ag
ain, for all of us. I’ve watched you grow, and through your growth, I’ve watched my daughter grow too. You are an amazing woman to have come into a house and family torn apart as badly as this one was and pull it back together by sheer force of will alone. You have shown us both so much love and care, and I want to ask you to continue honoring us both with your loving presence.”
I covered my mouth with my hands, tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn’t believe he was actually doing it, actually getting down on one knee and saying these words. I knew what was coming next, but I couldn’t let myself answer until he said it.
“Hollie Reed, what I’m trying to ask here is, will you marry me? Will you be my wife and the loving mother my daughter deserves?”
With the last part my heart melted, it poured from my eyes in the form of tears. I laughed and sobbed at the same time. I couldn’t even say yes. All I could do was throw myself at him and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Yes,” I was finally able to shout. “Oh my God, yes, Jude.”
He pulled back from our embrace and presented me with the ring he’d pulled out of his nightstand.
It was a beautiful diamond ring in a white gold band. I held my hand out and let him slide the ring onto my finger. I didn’t know how he’d done it but he’d found the perfect fit. It slid right into place.
“I love it,” I cried. “I love it... and I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby.” He pulled me to him again and kissed me, our lips pressing together and lingering.
“And of course I will treat Kaylee as my own,” I said, pulling away from him. “I love that baby girl more than anything in this world. You have no idea.”
He grinned. “I’ve been watching you two. I may have more of an idea than you think.”
“So, how long have you been holding onto this?”
“A month or so. Remember when you made the comment about not seeing a ring?”
“You’re kidding me.”
“No. I went out and got it the next day. I knew then I wanted to be with you forever. You’ve been too good to us for me to let you slip through my fingers.” He pushed my hair back from my face.
I wanted to say something to him, but I couldn’t think of any words that could follow what he’d said.
Instead, I leaned forward and kissed him slowly, deeply, my lips welcoming his tongue into my mouth. I grabbed him by the arms and pulled him up onto the bed with me, not letting go while we continued kissing.
I let him take me again, after he had pressed himself hard against me through his boxers. He pushed my underwear aside and pulled himself out of his own, sliding his thick, hard shaft inside of me. I gasped as he entered me, just as I did every time.
He thrust himself into me while I rubbed his back, kissing his chest, his shoulders, and his arms while his body moved above me. There was something different in the way he pumped himself into me.
He seemed harder, but he also seemed to take longer strokes, driving deeper and pulling back further. He put a hand behind my head and pulled me up to kiss him while he started grinding his hips against mine, holding himself deep inside me.
I gripped his arms and held onto him as he rubbed his shaft against my g-spot, angling his hips just right so that he drove me to the edge.
I moaned into his mouth when my legs started shaking. I pressed them hard against his hips to keep them from quivering, but I was already close enough it didn’t matter.
I tore my lips away from his, tilting my head back to gasp as he made love to me, ravishing my body. His lips touched my throat while he held me up from the bed.
His chest brushed my hard, razor-sharp nipples, sending almost painful jolts of pleasure down to where his shaft pressed into me. I shook against his body.
“I’m cumming, baby. Oh fuck, I’m cumming.”
I could feel myself all around him, growing wetter and warmer as ecstasy turned into orgasm. Then, I felt something else, a different warmth, filling me.
He joined me, grunting and grinding against me as he filled me with his warmth and desire. I gripped him and held him against me, letting him empty himself into me.
“Yes, baby, give it all to me,” I panted as he started thrusting himself into me again.
“It’s all yours, baby, all yours,” he said above me.
As he finished, he lay down next to me and pulled me against him, wrapping his arms around me. I could feel his shaft between my legs, coming down from his orgasm, and I wanted it back inside me.
I wanted more of him, all of him, and I knew that the ring on my finger meant I was going to have all of him—not only his sex—for the rest of my life.
I also knew that if things kept going the way they were, it wouldn’t be long before I would be carrying part of him inside me, another beautiful little reminder of our love.
Our family would be expanding, and he would make me a mother not only to Kaylee, but to another baby as well. I ran my hand along his arm and laced my fingers with his.
I couldn’t wait for forever to start.
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