His arm wraps around me, drawing me close. “It’s been one of my favorite spots since I was a lad. My father taught me to swim in the loch, to fish. I’ll bring Brodie here when he’s older, and...my other bairns.”
I glance up at him. “You want more children?”
His hand rests on the back of my neck, and those piercing blue eyes study me. “I want children with you.”
I chew on the inside of my lip. All week I’ve been feeling off, and I’m a few days late. If there was a pharmacy anywhere near here, I would have gone and gotten a test. I thought of asking Kier, but I’ve been terrified of how he would react if it turns out I am. We’ve still only known each other for five months.
“Sorry, lass,” he says. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“No.” I place my hand on his chest. “I want children with you. I do. I want forever and promises and all the things you talked about. I’m not scared of those things. The only thing I’m afraid of is losing you.”
A smile tugs at his lips. “There’s no chance of that.” His hand rests on mine over his heart. “I’m yours, lass. The question is, will you be mine?” He shifts and pulls out a small silver brooch from his pocket. “This is a luckenbooth brooch. It’s been passed down for generations. It was my mom’s, and my grandmother’s before her. Now, I want you to have it.”
I’ve never seen the pattern before, but it looks like some sort of heart with a crown on top, and there’s an inscription on it. “What does it say?”
“Of earthly joys, thou art my choice.”
“That’s beautiful.”
“It’s the truth, lass. You are my choice, my joy.” He pins the brooch to my blouse, then kisses me. It’s a soft kiss, one that is filled with promises of a million tomorrows.
“I love you, Kier,” I tell him, tears in my eyes.
He pulls back slightly and lets out a slow breath. “I need to ask you something.” His brows are pulled down, and I see the trepidation in his movements as he pulls me to my feet.
“What is it?”
He nods toward the swans who glide across the calm loch. “They don’t usually come here this time of year. Did you know that swans mate for life?”
I nod. “I’ve heard that.”
His gaze is hard, focused, as he watches the birds, and I can see his mind racing, the worry in his eyes.
“Is something wrong?” I ask him.
He shakes his head, then looks at me and takes a deep breath. “No, love. At least not for me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’ve noticed...” His palms cup my cheek. “I don’t want to worry you, lass. But...”
“Kier?”
He sighs. “You’ve been waking up sick this past week. And your...womanly cycle, it’s late.”
“You know my cycle?” My eyes widen.
“Aye, lass. And I think you might be carryin’ my bairn.”
“And if I am?”
He leans forward and kisses my forehead. “I already told you, Elsie. I want to have children with you. I’m just...worried how you would feel. I know you wanted to take things slow.”
Tears prick the back of my eyes. How did I ever find a man like him?
“I’d be happy,” I tell him, and it’s the truth.
“You’re sure?” He strokes his thumb across my cheek, some of his worry easing from him.
“Yes.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “It would be sooner than expected, but I want to have your baby, Kier.”
He kisses me, hard this time, and I feel all his tension leave.
Then he drops to his knee and pulls out a small velvet box. “Elsie Stewart, I didn’t know the joy I was missing until you came into my life.” He takes the ring from the box, an emerald surrounded by dozens of diamonds on a platinum band. “Will you make me the happiest Highlander on God’s green earth and be my wife?”
“Yes,” I manage to choke out the word, over the tears that start to fall as he places the ring on my finger. “I love you, Kier MacKinnon.”
He stands and twirls me around, kissing me at the same time until we’re both laughing. “I love you too, lass.”
Epilogue 1
Kier
Eight months later…
“Get back here you little scoundrel,” I say, chuckling as I pick Brodie up and toss him in the air. I’m in my kilt, preparing to go to the yearly auction, and it’s hard to leave my family at a time like this, even if it’s just for one night.
Brodie lets out a full belly laugh when I catch him and tickle him. The lad has just learned to walk, and the lad is always looking for mischief.
“Is it bad that I hope this one doesn’t have that much energy?” Elsie says, resting one hand on her lower back, the other on her round belly.
I chuckle and kiss my wife. “Now that I’ve hired two new hands, I’ll be around the house more to help you.”
She reaches for Brodie who has his hands out for her. His little arms wrap around her neck and he gives her a big wet kiss on the cheek. “Mama,” he says before kissing her again.
My heart swells at the two of them together, and the realization that very soon we’ll have another bairn in the house.
“Do you want me to put him down for his nap?” I ask.
“No. He goes down easier for me. And don’t you have to go pack for the auction?”
“I’m ready, mostly.”
Elsie’s eyes dance. “Have I ever told you how sexy you look in a kilt?” she asks me. “As handsome as you did on our wedding day.”
I chuckle against her lips, my hands resting on her lower back, remember the day so well. It was a simple ceremony, her parents came from Seattle, and so did her girlfriends. They were nannying in Ireland, England, and Norway and were able to come. It meant so much to us both.
I wish my family had been alive to see me take my vows, to meet my bride, but having Brodie here, now our legal son, is a gift I never expected to receive in this lifetime. And now, Elsie is bringing us another blessing from above. My gratitude never ceases - there is something good around every bend. Usually when you’re least expecting it.
I follow Elsie up the stairs toward the nursery. “I hate leaving you when you’re so close to your due date.”
“You’re only a two-hour ride from here, and Gregor will send word if anything happens.” She places Brodie in his crib, and rests a hand on his forehead, then murmurs, “Go to sleep, my sweet boy.”
He closes his eyes, and when I start to speak, she shushes me and pulls me out of the room and toward our bedroom.
“I’m still two weeks away from my due date,” she says. “You worry too much.”
I grunt. “Of course I worry. You’re my life, Elsie. If anything—”
She silences me by wrapping her arms around my neck and drawing my mouth to hers. Our mouths part, the kiss deepening. The idea of being away from her for any amount of time at all kills me. She is the love of my life.
“Can I at least say goodbye before you go?” she asks, looking up at me.
I run my fingers through my bride’s hair. “You’re so sweet, Elsie.”
“I’m more than sweet, I can be as naughty as my Highlander husband.”
“Is that so?” I ask as she takes my hand and leads me to our bedroom. Once there, she drops to the floor, on her knees, and looks up at me with a smile. “You’re wearing the perfect thing for this.”
I groan in pleasure as my wife lifts my kilt and begins stroking my thick cock. Under my kilt she begins sucking me, nice and tight, my shaft so ready for my wife’s handling. She is good to me, sucking me off nice and slow, my balls aching as she bobs her head, deep throating me the best she can.
“Eh, feck, I’m gonna come, lass,” I moan, my cock ready to explode. She sucks me off, my cum sliding down her throat and when she finishes, she pulls herself out from under the tartan and licks her lips. “You can’t bloody well go now, can you?”
“What do you mean?” she asks as I help her t
o stand.
“Well, I need to give you a proper goodbye, too.”
She giggles, her belly round and her tits fucking huge and I ease her to the edge of the bed, slipping her skirt over her hips. “Let me have a little taste before I go, lass.”
She’s moaning as I begin to tease her sweet pussy with my tongue, she drips for me, the way a good wife ought. I love it, licking her cunt until she’s basking in it, until her ass is raised, eager for me to go down deeper, longer, to finger her as I tongue her. And I do. I love making my wife come, the way her perfect tits bounce, the way she moans from her belly, the way her toes curl as she climaxes against me, my mouth licking up every droplet she releases.
I go hard on her, knowing that pregnancy makes her horny as hell, and my beard tickles her in all the right places. I run two fingers in circles over her tight and beady clit, making her moan my name loud enough to wake Brodie. She laughs, clasping her hand over her mouth. “I’m so close,” she moans. “So, so ...” Then she comes against me, hard. Her sweet juicy pussy slick as I lick her. Up and down, her tight little cunt knows how to be fucked. My fingers slip inside her hole, fingering her until she’s not only coming, but until my bride is gushing.
She’s begging me for more, and so I stand, my thick cock ready to take her over the edge. I fuck her, filling her up, the way my wife deserves. Hard. Hard. Harder still until she is a writhing mess of pleasure beneath me.
My cock aches with pride, God it feels good to make my wife come the way she needs. I squeeze her ass, grinding deep in her creamy pussy until she is finished. Gasping, panting. Mine.
“I love you, lassie,” I tell her, leaning down and kissing her full lips. “I love you so fucking much.”
She stands, trying to catch her breath. I get her a glass of water, my hungry cock still at attention. Her belly is stretched and perfect, we’re so close to meeting our little miracle.
Her eyes go wide as I hand her the water glass, knowing she needs to stay hydrated.
“What is it?” I ask.
She laughs. “My water...”
“Your water what?” I ask, looking at the glass still in my hand.
“No, Kier. It just broke!” She takes my hand and presses it to her bump. “It’s time we met our bairn, don’t you think?”
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