A greenhouse.
It’s always been a dream of mine to have one, to expand my window-side hobby of house plants with flora from all over. That was one of the first things I remember telling Hal about myself when he began visiting me. I look at him, mouth hanging open.
In his eyes is a look of such love that I break down and cry happily. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around me. “You like it?”
“Like it? Hal, it’s perfect,” I breathe. The night is crisp, refreshing, a perfect contrast to the warmth I feel inside when I look at Hal.
“I thought you might.” Hal leads me inside of the greenhouse. It’s large but not overwhelmingly so. “I didn’t have any plants put in. It’s your place so I want you to be able to fill it as you see fit.”
I nod, already thinking about the different flowers I’d be able to grow. Flowers I had only ever dreamed of being able to grow. I take in the warm, moist air that would soon breathe life into my greenery. It’s like a dream. “Thank you, Hal.”
“That’s not all, baby,” he says. He grabs my hand and pulls me from the greenhouse. “Let me show you something else.”
18
Hal
I take Jane’s hand and lead her from the greenhouse to the house proper. As much as I enjoyed our night together in the public eye—other than dealing with Gavin—it’s nice to have her to myself again.
I love watching her eyes go wide, brimming with happiness and excitement at every new room in the house. She explores, running her hands over every surface as if it’s made of something precious. She asks questions, mostly about the design and the decoration. I give most of the credit to my brother, of course. The only room I truly had a hand in designing is the one I most want her to see.
Hand-in-hand I bring her to the newest addition to my home—or to our home, I should say. It’s been fitted to her taste as best I could manage. I actually had this room built before the greenhouse. But once she told me how much she wanted to be able to grow more things, I couldn’t help having that built as well. Anything for my goose.
“Hal, this is beautiful.” Jane’s eyes gaze in open wonder at the large, open bedroom with its gorgeous view of the forested hills beyond our home. Complete with a private, luxurious bathroom and an expansive closet, this room is her personal suite.
“It’s your room,” I say. “I just had Roman design it, though I gave him an idea of what I wanted. Of what I thought you might like. I want you to have a space all your own in our house.” I come up to her from behind and wrap my arms around her. She feels so good. “Though of course we’ll still sleep together every night.”
She chuckles. “Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She turns in my arms and kisses me. Suddenly the feel of her body against mine, her breasts pressed up against my chest, her soft lips caressing my own…it all makes my cock harden until I’m sure she can feel it between us. Even after such a long night, I can’t help but want her.
“Maybe we should get you out of that dress,” I say.
Jane gives me a naughty smile and the bulge in my pants is no longer slight. I pull her gown over her head, slip off her panties, and spend a few moments just drinking in the sight of her intoxicating body. All lush curves, heavy breasts, and plump thighs. If my cock wasn’t fully erect, it certainly is now.
Soon my own clothes are stripped. It seems Jane is just as horny as I am. She smiles at me before turning around and bending over on her new bed until she’s on all fours, her ass lifted into the air. The sight steals any semblance of patience I had.
I move behind her, positioning my hard cock at her entrance.
“You’re so damn sexy, Jane,” I breathe.
She wiggles her ass seductively in slow, sensuous circles. Her tight hole pushes back against my cock deliciously.
“Mmmm,” she moans. “Take me, baby. Fill me with your cum. Make me yours.”
“Such a naughty girl,” I say. My cock slides in and I feel her tighten around me. Ripples of pleasure follow one after another as her tight pussy caresses my length. “Oh, shit,” I breathe. “So damn good, baby.” I sit still for a moment inside her, loving the sensation of her around me, clenching me tight.
She moans, starts moving against me slowly. I grab her ass and give it a slap before I start fucking her. Harder, faster with every thrust, pumping with every ounce of my strength. Tonight I can’t hold back. With every stroke, Jane convulses around me, urging me on, sending me to the brink of pleasure. I slam into her over and over again, taking everything in—the sweet scent of our mingled sweat, the sound of skin on skin, the delicious rippling of her ass as it bounces against my hips. I take a handful of her and pump all the harder.
Jane practically screams as I grab her waist and lift her hips slightly to allow for deeper penetration. I plunge into her, my self-control completely gone. “Oh yeah,” she breathes. “Yes, please come in me, Hal. I need your cum.”
Her begging for my cum sends me over the edge. I can’t hold back any longer. I press Jane into the bed, angling myself over her and thrust as hard as I can. I feel the clenching of her pussy as she cums on my cock and the sensation sends me into overdrive. My hips move erratically now, plunging deeper with each thrust as my orgasm takes over. I cry out and feel Jane’s warm body beneath me grow limp.
Spent, more satisfied than I’ve ever been in my life, I cradle her in my arms. Jane turns to face me and our lips meet in a sweet kiss.
“I love you, goose,” I say, voice brimming with emotion.
“Oh, Hal. I love you, baby.” Her arms wrap around me.
Magic. With the love of my life by my side, everything is magic.
Epilogue
Hal
After things came to a head with Gavin, he was quickly pushed out of the spotlight. Investigations into his character lead to discovery of his immoral practices and his hold on his companies falls into better hands.
Jane and I haven’t heard from him again. In fact, with him out of the way, no more fake photographs are in the papers. The only reason I’m in the news lately is when they’re talking about my impending marriage to Jane.
She’s fully moved in with me now and spends much of her time cultivating her plants. I’ve encouraged her hobby, seeing that she really does have a green thumb. I’m hoping she’ll agree one day to design a garden for our home.
It’s early morning and I’m heading over to her workspace now, two steaming cups of coffee in hand. I enter the steamy greenhouse. “Baby?” I call. She’s not at her bench trimming leaves or mixing fertilizer like I expect her to be. “Jane?” I call, more urgently this time.
“Hal.” I hear her call weakly from behind a few of her taller plants. “Over here.”
I set the coffee down nearby and rush over, fear clenching my gut. Her voice doesn’t sound good. At the sight of her bent over a trash can, I panic. “Baby?” I say in a rush. “Are you okay? What’s the matter?”
She shakes her head, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. “I’ve been sick.”
My heart stutters. “I’ll call the doctor,” I say quickly. “Whatever it is, we’ll get you treated. Don’t—” I speak in a rush, already pulling out my phone to dial our physician.
Jane’s hand on my arm stops me. “No, Hal. Please.”
“But Jane—”
She shakes her head. I see tears forming in her eyes. “What is it, goose?”
“I don’t think I’m sick sick. I think I might be…” She hesitates, grips my hand tightly. “Oh, Hal.”
My brow furrows. She might be… what? Then understanding dawns. Fear is quickly replaced by joy in my chest. “Really? You’re pregnant?”
“Maybe,” she says. “You’re not… angry?”
“Angry? Goose, this is the best news I’ve ever received.” My mind rushes in a million directions. I want to kiss her, make love to her, run into a baby store and buy everything.
“I’m so glad, Hal.”
I take her hands in mine. “Baby, I’v
e been coming in you every night, hoping this would happen. It’s one of the happiest moments of my life.”
She smiles excitedly, letting herself enjoy the moment at last. I dip my head low to snatch a kiss.
“You’re mine,” I say. “And you always will be. Soon you’ll be both my wife and the mother of our children.”
I practically run for the store then to buy some tests. I need to be sure of this good news. Jane is laughing as I drop them into her hands and usher her into the bathroom.
“Okay, okay,” she laughs. “Just wait a couple minutes, love.”
I would wait a lifetime for this woman, but the next couple of minutes are probably the most nerve-wracking of my life. Her smile upon returning to me makes it all worth it.
Jane
I place a hand on my slightly swollen belly, rubbing it gently. Excitement, with a splash of worry, shines in Hal’s eyes as he stands beside me. The man has been a bundle of nerves all morning and I’m afraid he’s going to pass out.
“Alright, this might be a little cold,” says the nurse, squeezing a cold gel onto my protruding stomach. “Watch the screen now, dolls,” she tells us. “The blinking dot you see will be your baby’s heartbeat.”
We watch closely. I feel Hal grip my hand tighter. I let out a sigh of relief when I spot the heartbeat. “Oh, thank goodness,” I breathe.
The technician smiles. “And here’s what we’re looking for,” she says, moving her hand slightly to the left. On the screen is a blinking dot. “Sorry, here’s a better shot for you.”
My mouth drops open. “Is that…” I begin. There’s not one, but two tiny blinking dots. Two heartbeats.
“You have the right of it, dear,” the tech says. “Congratulations, looks like twins.” She beams at us. “If I had to guess… I’d say you’re carrying a boy and a girl.”
“We’re having twins,” Hal laughs and cries at the same time. I stare at the screen in amazement, covering my mouth. I look to Hal, automatically reaching out for his hand. Except I find only empty space beside me. That’s when I see him lying on the floor, out cold.
I laugh and place a hand on my belly. “Well, kids, I think we shocked Daddy.”
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