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She smiles. “Are you sure about that? We’ve only just gotten him to sleep through the night.”
“I’m sure,” I say, pulling her closer. “I want a house full of laughter, of little feet running around. I want to watch our family grow.”
“Well, when you put it like that...”
I stand, tugging her up with me. “Come on, let’s get started.”
She giggles as I lead her toward our bedroom, my hands already working at the buttons of her shirt.
We stumble through the doorway, leaving a trail of clothes in our wake.
“Hold that thought,” Amelia says, ducking into the bathroom.
I wait, perched on the edge of the bed, my heart racing with anticipation.
When she emerges, she’s holding something in her hand.
A small white stick.
“West,” she says, with a smile on her face. “I was waiting until tomorrow. But I thought I’d check a day early.” She waves the stick in the air. “We’re already pregnant.”
My heart pounds at the love I have for this woman. It can’t possibly feel any more love right now. But it does.
“Come here.” I hold out my hand. She takes it. I pull her close.
My lips find hers in a deep, passionate kiss that leaves us both breathless.
“We’re having another baby,” I whisper against her lips, still in awe of the news.
Her eyes sparkle with happiness. “We are.”
I gently lay her back on the bed, my hands caressing her sides.
Starting at her forehead, I press soft kisses to her skin. My lips trail down her cheeks, along her jawline, and down the column of her throat.
“I love you,” I murmur between kisses. “So much.”
Amelia sighs contentedly, her fingers threading through my hair.
I continue my journey, kissing along her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts. My hands slide up to cup them gently as I lavish attention on each one.
I move lower, pressing reverent kisses across her still-flat stomach. “And I love you too, little one,” I whisper against her skin.
Amelia giggles softly. “It’s barely the size of a poppy seed right now.”
“Don’t care,” I say, nuzzling her belly. “Still love it.”
I continue down, kissing along her hips and the tops of her thighs. My hands caress her legs as I work my way back up, peppering kisses everywhere I can reach. When I finally make it back to her lips, Amelia pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss.
“I love you, West,” she says softly when we break apart. “Thank you for giving me this life, this family, and something that stops me from fearing my future.”
“Thank you for choosing me,” I reply, brushing a strand of hair from her face. My heart beats so hard with the love I feel for this woman. “And for trusting me with your heart.”
The End.