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He bites down on his lip and smiles. “This might be your last surprise about me. ‘Donec shes parati’ means ‘until she’s ready,’ and tomorrow, I plan on adding the date next to it. Even though I probably shouldn’t since I’m in the hockey season, but I can’t wait any longer.”

My heart leaps into my throat. “When exactly did you get this?”

He smiles. “Right after you told me you were expecting my babies.” His eyes shine in the soft light creeping under the door. “I told you, Princess. You ruined me that night in Riley’s Bar. From the moment you kissed me, I felt something I never had for anyone else, and the more time I spent around you, the more infatuated I became. But the more time that passed with you thinking I was the biggest asshole alive, the more I worried you’d reject me. The more I could see how way out of my league you were. Then you got with Tom and…yeah.” He kisses me. “I tried to move on, but eventually, you invaded every part of my mind. I couldn’t see past your face. You were everywhere. So when you told me you were pregnant, I knew we were soulmates. I just needed you to see it, too.” He points to the tattoo. “I left a space for the date when it all changed, but I didn’t want to add it until you finally fell into my world as mine.”

If every nerve in my body was a bulb, I’d light up like the fourth of July. “You’re going to tattoo JJ and Will’s birthday next to it?”

He shakes his. “No, I’m going to tattoo the day you came to this apartment and told me you were pregnant with my babies. July sixteenth.”

I don’t know what to say. What can you say about a declaration like that? To love so deep it engraves itself on your soul. “I want you inside me.”

He shakes his head. “No, Kate, I’ll hurt you. I’ll also likely get you pregnant again with the way I’d take you so deep.”

“Oh, well, you’d love that, wouldn’t you.”

He rolls on top of me and pushes down my sleep shorts, and we both stop dead as JJ stirs in her bassinet.

“I would love to breed you every day of the goddamn week. But we have to wait.”

“Fuck my throat then.”

He looks at me. “Don’t play with me, Princess.”

“I’m not.” I slide down until I’m under the duvet, and his boxers are level with my eyeline. He quietly rises to his knees and pushes them down, lust filling his features.

His huge, thick cock hovers above me as I rise onto my elbows in front of him. “Fuck my throat.”

“Princess.”

“Just be quiet, and don’t wake them.”

Reaching out, I take his dick into my hand and pump him silently before leaning forward until he’s all the way down my throat.

He throws his head back and groans quietly, his ripped torso on full display, making my mouth water around him.

“I’m gonna blow straight into your dirty little mouth.”

Pulling back, I look him dead in the eyes. “Then be a good boy for me and do it. Fucking mean it. I want all of you.”

He wraps his hand around my throat and wastes no time as he pumps in and out of me. His taste, his feel, and his darkened, feral eyes overtake my senses as my husband takes from me what I’m only all too willing to give.

I love him with every last fiber of my being, with every part of my soul. As he watches me swallow down his release, I know he’s marking me for an eternity.

One thingthat has blown my mind about being a mom is my body’s ability to wake me up in the dead of night to check on my babies.

This night is no different. But the bed is empty, and so are the bassinets.

“JJ?” I whisper-shout into the darkness. Nothing.

Peeling myself out of the bed, I check the time. Ugh, five a.m.

While quietly padding through to the living area, where I expect to find them, I’m distracted by a crack of light coming from under the nursery door and then a soft but deep voice.

Pressing my ear against the door, I realize he’s singing to them, and my heart explodes in my chest.

He’s singing the lyrics to “You Are My Sunshine” by Christina Perri.

My body aches, and my head pounds from lack of sleep, but I could stand here and absorb this moment for an eternity.