Page 164 of Give In

He’s going down.

I won.

In so many ways, I won.

“Let’s see if she’s in here,” I heard from outside the door just before it was flung open.

“Mama!” My four-year-old spitfire came racing in, her dark hair flying out behind her. Her midnight eyes were bright with excitement as she twirled around. “Look at my pretty dress!”

“I love it,” I said, lifting Wren to sit on the small amount of lap that remained beyond what her unborn brother, Oscar, was occupying.

“Ready, Mrs. Caine?” Damien whispered, his lips grazing my neck before his teeth scrapped.

A tremor ran through me, accompanied by a lot of inappropriate urges.

“Always, my husband,” I whispered, though I made no move to stand.

Reaching over, he plucked our daughter from my lap and snuggled her close. “Big day.”

“It is. Are you excited?”

Before he could answer, Wren threw her arms up. “I am! There’s cake, Mama. Caaaaake!”

“Then we better go get it.”

Stepping out of the meeting room, there were balloons and streamers everywhere. A massive cake was off to the side, waiting to be cut into. Though, from the blue tinge on Wren’s fingers, I had a feeling there was a corner missing some icing.

“That’s our name,” she said, pointing to a banner. “I learned it at school. Candy cane, but with anibecauseIlove candy!”

“Good job, baby,” Damien said, kissing her forehead. “You’re brilliant like your mama.”

Unlike my own, our daughter’s childhood was far from shitty. We doted on her, though we also set firm rules. Surprisingly, Damien was the softie while I was the hardass when it came to enforcing said rules. We spent time together, were affectionate with her and each other, and made sure she knew our home was filled with love.

“There you are,” Minnie huffed before talking in her headset. “We’re good to go.” She grinned at us as she quickly snatched Wren. “Ready, Lieutenant Governor?”

Damien wrapped his arm around my waist to rest his hand on my belly as he dipped his head so only I could hear. “We’re going to christen the desk tonight after the party. I’m going to tie you on your side and fuck your tight, little ass until you’re filled with my come. I love you so damn much.”

Filthy-sweet words from my filthy-sweet husband.

Dave’s voice cut through the microphone. “After a campaign fought with dignity and honesty, it’s my pleasure to introduce our new Lieutenant Governor… Eden Caine.”

“So damn proud of you. Go get ‘em, angel.” Damien spanked my ass hard enough to jolt me onto the stage.

It was the push I needed to give in and live my untangled life—my dream—trusting he’d always have my back.

And every other part of me.

The end