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CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

KATE

“Want me to come upstairs and give Nina my best death glare?” Jensen playfully narrows his eyes at me as he pulls into my office parking lot.

I tap my chin. “Let me think about this…no?”

He laughs and reaches over, placing his palm behind my head and pulling me in for a kiss. His soft, full lips move over mine, reminding me of the way he made love to me all morning in our bed, and I feel myself begin to unravel again at the memory.

Now I’m thirty-two weeks pregnant, and I’m huge,so we’ve had to be more inventive with positions. Not that I’m complaining.

The more heavily pregnant I get with his babies, the hornier he becomes. It’s to the point where he’s feral. I thought he was going to leave the ice at last night’s game, march up to the family box, and fuck me right there, and then when he realized I wore his jersey with “Mrs. Jones” stamped across the back…

Let’s just say I got next to zero sleep last night.

There are downsides to being heavily pregnant with twins, though—pelvic girdle pain. Wow, it’s intense. Half the time, I want to cry out when I take even a few steps, and the other half, I’m asking Jensen when I can have my next dose of pain meds.

He’s done everything to try to ease my discomfort. At one point, he came home with two exercise balls—one for me and one for him so he could help show me the best ways to relieve the grinding. His entire home gym is now a pregnancy fitness and wellness center. I swear to God he worships every painful bone in my body.

But I finally gave in last week and conceded that I can’t continue working. I’m exhausted and can barely focus on anything other than how many more weeks I have to endure. Being pregnant is a blessing I’ll never take for granted, but that doesn’t mean the pain gets any easier.

“You aren’t having second thoughts about this, are you, Princess?” He pulls back from our make-out session and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.

“No. I know I need to finish now. I just…I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself for four weeks. The babies won’t be here until then, and I?—”

He stops my rambling with another kiss.

Speaking against my lips, his breath fans my face, and my body tingles with need for him. Need for his proximity, need for him to be inside me all the time. “I’ll tell you exactly what you’re going to do while you’re on maternity leave. Nothing. Relax, read, do your calligraphy shit, let your husband take you out.” He kisses me again. “Speaking of, when can you finish today?”

I shrug. “As soon as I’m finished passing everything across to Nina, I guess. That shouldn’t take long since we did the full handover a while back. It’s just an opportunity for her to ask questions.”

And my cases are watertight.

“Let me know a time. I have morning skate, but I can get you any time after that, and I’ll be waiting.”

“What do you have planned?” I ask suspiciously as I open the passenger door to climb out.

“Something fit for a Princess.” He sees that I’m about to leave and quickly unclips his belt, pushing the driver door open and rounding the new silver Porsche Cayenne he bought me and decided I needed.

Helping me out of the SUV, he takes my hand and walks me to the elevator.

“Sure you don’t want me to come up with you?”

I gently push him away with a palm to his chest as I enter and hit the button to my floor. “I’ll see you later, crazy boy.”

“I’m going to miss these.”Felicity sidles up next to me in the kitchen as she pours herself her third coffee of the day.

Caffeine, how I miss you.

“You know there’s always the option of stopping by our place and having a coffee there.”

“Obviously, but you know I won’t be stopping by to seeyouanymore. It’ll be my bundles of joy. I’ve already made it clear to Luna that I will be your and her babies' favorite aunty.”

I quirk a brow. “You’re getting just as bad as he is, you know that?”

“Who?”

“See, you don’t even notice it anymore. Your husband, Jon. So damn competitive with everything.”