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  I rub her cheek, pulling her hat off to see her full head of hair, dark like her daddy’s, but her skin seems fairer, like mine. With her little pursed red rosebud lips, it gives her a Snow White appearance, and I wonder if she’ll be at home in the forest with critter friends like her dad is.

  Nic sits down on the bed beside me, careful not to jostle me since my belly is pretty sore. Jeez, I’m supposed to walk out of here in a few days? Someone must have helped themselves to my pain killers to come up with that crazy ass idea. “This is my favorite memory ever, right here, right now,” he says before he kisses my forehead, then Amelia’s. He leans back, looking at me while I mess with my gown. Amelia wants some milk and I want to see how it feels. “Do you remember right before you went under in the OR?”

  I shake my head, everything a little fuzzy from the medications. “Everything is sort of mixed up, unless I really did take a swim in some butter pecan ice cream.”

  “Butter pecan?” Nic asks, raising an eyebrow. “Nope, but I did ask you to marry me, to be my wife, and to make our little family a little more official.”

  I smile, recognizing that the intensity of that moment had gotten to him, leading him to jump in deeper than intended. “You didn’t have to do that. I love you, Nic. And we are a family, no matter what. It was just the heat of the moment.”

  He shakes his head, reaching over and stroking Amelia’s head before returning his attention to me. “I’ll admit, the moment did get to me. I didn’t plan to ask you like that, but I did plan to ask you. And I think you might have mumbled yes right as you went to sleep. You going back on that?”

  He’s playful, light, but I see the seriousness in his eyes. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the most stunning ring I’ve ever seen, dropping to one knee beside the bed. “Oh, Nic.”

  “Rose, you have given me everything I didn’t know I wanted . . . your heart, a daughter, a family. My home is wherever you are, whether that’s one place for the rest of our years or a million places. It’s you and Amelia. Us. Always. I love you. Will you marry me?”

  The tears are gushing down my face as he speaks, and I nod wildly. “Yes, yes, I’ll marry you. I’d given up on the fairytale-happy ever after dream, but somehow, you gave it to me anyway. I love you so much.”

  He stands, leaning over to lean his elbows on the bed, cradling me and Amelia carefully, kissing me fiercely and powerfully before sliding the ring onto my finger. “I love you.”

  We spend the rest of the afternoon mostly talking about our plans, distracting me from the ache in my belly until, just as the sun touches the horizon, there’s a light knock on the door. Before we can call out, the door opens slowly and Brad and Trey stick their heads in.

  “Hello, Mama Bitch. Or was it Bitch Mama? Are you taking visitors?” Brad asks, smiling. “We’d have come earlier, but Nic said you were too doped up for visitors.” He gives Nic an evil look, but there’s a hint of humor behind it.

  I adjust a little, making sure I’m covered and trying to slick my mess of hair into something resembling anything other than a messy rat’s nest while chuckling. “Of course, come in, guys.”

  They come in and beeline for the baby in Nic’s arms, making cooing noises. Nic looks over at me almost helplessly, making me laugh lightly. “I guess I can see the priority here.”

  Brad’s eyes don’t leave Amelia, but Trey looks at me sheepishly. “How’re you doing, Rose?”

  I smile through the pain as I adjust myself, using the motorized bed to sit up a little more. “I’m doing awesome. Look at that baby girl we made. She’s worth all the rest!”

  Trey gives me a nod and comes over. “When you need it, I’ll get you feeling good at your own pace. Don’t worry, you’ll be looking great.”

  Brad looks up at Trey, grinning. “Speaking of looking great, hang tight, gotta fix her up.” He reaches into the bag he’s carrying, pulling out a little pink hat along with what looks like a special hairbrush. He gently pulls the hospital-issued cap off and with feather-light touches, strokes Amelia’s hair into soft waves before putting the pink hat on. “I knew they’d have her in one of those blue- and pink-striped generic hats, so I brought one more befitting. And voila.”

  He moves back, and I can see that the beanie is pale pink, but there’s a hot pink tiara printed on the front of it. “Of course. How would I ever doubt you’d be the first one to give the Princess her crown?”

  He mock bows to Amelia, stepping back. “Your Highness, your world awaits.” Straightening back up, he claps excitedly, looking at Nic. “Now, gimme that baby.”

  Nic hands Amelia to Brad, who turns to Trey, and I see the bond between them stronger than ever. Beyond all the differences in their styles, beyond their unique points of view, they really are adorable together and I’m happy they’ve found each other. Trey seems to balance out Brad’s melodramatic ways, and Brad adds a little bit of crazy to Trey’s rigidly structured life.

  Mentally jumping around the thought of finding each other, I clear my throat pointedly. “Hey, Brad, did you see this?” I hold my hand out to him, flashing the ring his way. His jaw drops, delight obvious on his face as he passes Amelia to Trey, who takes her comfortably, looking like he could someday want one himself.

  Brad rushes over to me, snatching my hand and oohing and ahhing as he tilts my hand this way and that to see the diamonds at every angle. Then he turns to Nic, grabbing him and planting kisses on each cheek. “Congrats, of course, but what the hell, man? We talked about this . . . picnic, sunflowers, down on one knee at sunset. She laid it all out there for you like a damn recipe.”

  I’m totally confused, torn between trying to pay attention to Trey with Amelia, and Brad and Nic, who looks sheepish. “What are you talking about?”

  “Well, I sort of had an idea of what I wanted to do,” Nic says, looking at me, “but I asked Brad because he’s your friend. And uh . . . well, I don’t know but I guess he hacked into your Pinterest boards so that I could do it the way you wanted. But I couldn’t wait after everything that happened.”

  His words hit me and I realize that he’d been planning this well before Amelia was even born. I’d thought that his having a ring was a good sign that he hadn’t just proposed on the fly, but knowing that he’d been preparing, researching, and asking for help somehow makes it all the sweeter.

  And to think I was worried he was feeling flighty when my contractions first started. “I wouldn’t change a thing about the way you proposed. It was perfect.”

  Nic blushes, coming over and stroking my hair. “Are you sure? I mean, we can do a reset, then do the whole picnic thing if you want?”

  I laugh lightly, my belly won’t let me do more, and kiss his knuckles. “No, I don’t need you to propose like that. It was just an idle fantasy, and the real thing turned out so much better.” I smile, thinking of new plans, plans that I never would have imagined earlier but now sound like the best thing in the world. “But we could go on the picnic with Amelia. I’m sure she’s dying to hear more of your nature lessons about birds and trees.”

  He smiles, looking sheepish as he glances over at Amelia, who’s tugging on Trey’s finger. “You heard all that?”

  “Every adorable word.”

  Chapter 28

  Nicolas - Four Months Later . . .

  It’s still dark and early, barely five in the morning when I hear the soft wail coming through the baby monitor. I don’t even have to open my eyes as I make my way out of bed and to the nursery, the path embedded in my mind from making it multiple times every night for months.

  For a child who started her first twenty-four hours on a very quiet, very angelic run, my daughter’s picked up a lot of bad habits from her little ‘village’. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself. I haven’t been around many babies, but I don’t remember them being this noisy.

  Reaching the nursery, I gather Amelia up, cuddling her to my bare chest as I move to change her wet diaper. The movements are practiced and easy in the dim nig
htlight-lit room, and once she’s dry and warm again, I head back to bed with her. “Snack time, sweetie. I know Mommy will be ready for you.”

  Rose is, in fact, already propped up, her breasts exposed as she readies to feed Amelia.

  I leer at her a bit, settling our daughter in her arms and watching jealously as Amelia finds a turgid nipple and starts sucking. “Fuck, you look so sexy right now. I wish you were all set up for me to feast on.”

  Rose smiles, sensing the heat in my words. “Well, let me feed Jelly Bean and then maybe we’ll see what we can do about that.”

  I smile at Amelia’s nickname, which has stuck since she curls up tightly when she sleeps, completely compact and sweet like a jelly bean. But mostly, Rose’s words hit me somewhere else. My cock throbs in my pajama pants, already thickening at the thought of taking Rose the way we both want, and I reach down, adjusting myself. Rose’s eyes follow my hand and she bites her lips, letting me know I just need to stay awake. Plenty of motivation there.

  As she nurses Amelia, I lie beside them, content to just watch them and be a family in the quiet hour before dawn. As she finishes and burps Amelia, I stand to take the drowsy babe back to bed.

  Rose hands her to me, smiling. “How’d I get so lucky? You get her, change her, and put her back every night when she wakes up.”

  I smile back, thanking Sam again silently. “Well, a very wise man once told me that it was the least I could do since you’re the one feeding her. Seemed like good advice. Happy wife, happy life and all that.”

  Laying Amelia down in her crib, I kiss her forehead, inhaling her baby scent again. “Sleep well, Princess Jelly Bean.”

  Stepping softly and carefully, I quietly leave the nursery and close the door. Heading back to our room, I see Rose still sitting up in bed, her shirt off and her round tits softer. She smiles, tracing a finger down her lush cleavage and teasing me. “Thought we could see about that feast if you’re still awake? Amelia will sleep for a couple of hours . . . hopefully.”

  I grin hugely, knowing there’s so many ways I’d love to feast on her sexy body and already untying my pajamas as I cross the room. “Sam was sure fucking right. Happy wife, happy life. You might not be my wife yet, but damn, do I want to make you happy.”

  I climb across the bed on all fours, caging her in with my arms as I lower to kiss her. Rose reaches up to cup my face, taking control of the kiss, showing me how much she wants this. We’ve engaged in plenty of foreplay, and more than once, she’s watched me relieve my tension or lent me a helping hand, but our actual ‘sex’ has been slow and careful since she gave birth.

  Part of that, Dr. Stevens told us when Rose brought it up one time, is totally natural. Her body’s been through a traumatic experience, and her body and mind needed time to recover. Part of it has also been exhaustion. When you’re going on weeks without enough sleep, beds have one purpose only.

  But obviously, both of us are ready, and Rose is done with slow and careful as she attacks me, yanking my pants down and surrounding my rock-hard cock with her fist. I moan into her mouth, loving it. Sure, stroking my cock for her is fine . . . but her hand’s so much better.

  After just a few strokes, she swipes her thumb around the head, slicking my precum on her thumb and then taking it to her mouth. Her tongue darts out to swipe across the pad, tasting me, and she moans as her eyes close in delight. “Mmm . . . I’ve missed that. Delicious.”

  She presses against my shoulders, urging me to lift up to my knees, and I kneel beside her, my cock jutting out as she gets up to her own knees. As she strips her nightgown off, I devour her body with my eyes. She’s beautiful. Even the pink line of the scar on her belly reminds me of just how wonderful Rose is, and the so-called ‘baby weight’ she’s always worried about makes her look sexier than ever to me. “My God, you’re fucking hot.”

  “Why, thank you.” Rose chuckles as her eyes move from mine to my cock, making it jerk in anticipation. She locks eyes with me as she lowers her head down again, her tongue long and almost lewd as she licks a long line up my shaft.

  At the top, she takes the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and making me see stars. “God, Rose, your mouth . . .”

  Rose hums around my cock as I take control, grabbing her head, holding her firmly but not pressing, just letting her know how much I want her right there. She presses down, taking more of me into her hot mouth, and I watch as her lips stretch wide around my girth, her throat working as she swallows me down deeper.

  It’s all I can take. It’s been too long and I’m already on the edge, and I come, pumping my hips as I fill her mouth with everything I have.

  “Fuck, Rose,” I cry out, and she squeezes on my thighs, reminding me to be quiet so I don’t wake up Amelia. I choke back the roar, letting it come out as a long hiss while I finish my orgasm and soften slightly in her mouth before she pulls back, wiping the corners of her mouth with her index finger to catch what she lost and then sucking her finger into her mouth.

  “Damn, baby,” I say as I lean back down, pushing her onto her back and capturing her lips in a searing kiss. “I have missed your mouth. But know what I’ve missed even more?”

  “What?” she asks, scratching at my chest with her fingernails. She knows the answer, but she wants to hear me say it, I can tell.

  I lean in close. “The taste of your sweet little pussy.”

  Rose hums as my lips find the curve of her neck and start working my way down her body. Layering kisses and licks with sucks and nibbles, I follow the line of her neck across her collarbone and down into her lush cleavage. I lie down farther on the bed, snuggling up to her round tits to swirl my tongue around her nipples, which are always turgid now, deliciously looking like little pink gumdrops.

  I suck and tease, knowing that if I’m lucky, I might get just a few tiny drops of her sweet milk. Amelia’s always hungry, but now that the full pressure is off Rose’s luscious tits, I can suck deeply and forcefully the way she likes. I’m rewarded when I take a draw on her left breast, and Rose gasps as I look up at her, pulling back to lick my lips.

  “Make sure you leave some for later,” Rose teases, her voice shaky and her breath coming a little faster. “But damn, that felt nice.”

  “This’ll feel even nicer,” I promise her as I pull her leg up and around my hip, opening her up wide as I settle down with her pink pussy, already soaked for me. I hold her puffy lips open, exposing her clit as I blow a hot breath across it, watching her pulse in need.

  Rose lifts her hips, silently begging before groaning. “Please, Nic. I need you. Suck my pussy and make me come.”

  Not needing to be asked twice, I dive in, devouring her like the starving man that I am, licking long lines from her slit to her clit, where I swirl the flat of my tongue against the little nub. Rose gasps again, reaching down and running her fingers through my hair as she grinds her pussy against my eager lips and tongue, both exploring exactly where and how hard she wants it.

  I cup her ass with both hands, lifting her to my face so I can press my tongue inside her, learning quickly. It’s not quite the same as before. She likes more strokes of her clit than before, but I’m happy to comply. As I do, I knead her cheeks, pulling them apart to let my pinky fingers graze her asshole before pressing them back tight together. Rose moans, looking down at me. “You want it that way?”

  I grin, looking up as I brush my fingers over her ass again, watching her eyelids flutter. “Yes . . . but first, I want your sweet pussy. Your moans, your body are driving me crazy and I’m already recovered. So I’ll leave the choice in your hands. Where do you want me?”

  “Let me think . . .” Rose teases, and I bury my mouth around her clit again, sucking and licking while my fingers continue to probe her puckered back entrance. Over and over, I press, relaxing her and exposing more for my exploration until I slip inside and she moans thickly. “Fuck!”

  I pull out, pressing everything tight so she feels the difference before repeating the whol
e process again, the shock of me spreading her wide making her gasp every time. The whole time, my tongue flutters around her clit, feather-light strokes that send jolts through her body and make my cock throb, steely hard as I let her decide.

  She’s writhing in my hands, and I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside her, feeling her heat around me. I sit up, lining my cock up with her needy body, and look her in the eye. “You made your choice?”

  Rose bites her lip, completely undone with desire, as she nods. “Surprise me.”

  I grin as I thrust deep into her pussy, amazed as I feel the waves of her orgasm all along my shaft. “Fuck, baby. You’re already coming on my cock.”

  She whimpers, grabbing handfuls of the sheet as she tries to fuck me back. I keep pounding in and out, prolonging her orgasm, and she gasps, wrapping her legs around me and pulling me in tighter. “That’s it, squeeze me tight, Rose. Milk my fucking cock, show me how much you want it.”

  Rose tries to look me in the eye, grabbing my shoulders to try and hang on, but she’s in too deep, and her eyes roll back in her head. Halfway senseless, her pussy clenches tighter than ever around me as she breathes out my name. “Nic . . .”

  It’s all I need to explode, coming hard and filling her with rope after rope of hot come till it’s too much for her pussy to hold and our combined juices run out around me, covering us both with stickiness. Collapsing over her, I kiss her neck. “Fuck, Rose,” I whisper in her ear. “That was . . . wow. I love you so much.”

  She turns her head before a big, happy smile breaks across her face. “I love you too. Amelia will be asleep for another hour or so.”

  She looks at me playfully, and I know that once upon a time, she’d be angling for round two, but we’re new parents, and with satisfaction already humming through our bodies, I tell her exactly what she wants to hear. “Sleep while the baby sleeps? I’m sure I’ve heard that advice before too.”