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As soon as he thought he had reached the pinnacle of his love for her, there was more. He splayed his hands over the evidence of their shared love and absolute joy. They had a son they had created together.
“I adore you.” He whispered, one hand drifting down to cup her sex. “You’re my life.” He toyed with the swollen flesh and had her fragmenting.
“Leo!”
“Yes, darling.” He tongued the lobe of her ear, holding her close as the climax slammed and shook through her body. Twisting her head around, she sought his lips, and the kiss took on a potency that had her climaxing again.
He followed close behind her, his hips shooting upwards as he drove into her. He called out her name, his voice hoarse as the climax took over and carried him along in its violent wake.
They talked. With him still buried deep inside her, they had a frank conversation about the past.
She told him how she felt when she lost both her parents.
“I think the sense of abandonment started from there. I know they had no choice – that given the option, they would still be here for me. But losing both of them at the same time tore something inside me.”
He caressed her belly and felt a jolt at the slight movements there. “That is natural. Darling, you suffered a tremendous loss.”
“Yes.” Her fingers linked with his and she felt the familiar wonderment that she had his love. That he was here with her and that he loved her. Really loved her.
“When I met Greg…,” she paused when he stiffened. “If you are not comfortable with me talking about him…”
“I am fine baby.” He reassured her. “It is just a kneejerk reaction. Go on.”
“Okay.” She blew out her breath. “When I met him, he said all the right things. He was sympathetic and pretended to be understanding.
He promised to be there for me, and I guess that I was lonely and needing to feel that there was someone there for me.” She leaned into him and sighed. “And I was absorbed with my baking and determined to make it.”
“Nothing is wrong with that.” He kissed the back of her neck. “I would never stifle your dreams; you know that don’t you?”
She nodded. “I have been thinking.”
“What?”
“I want to be here for you as your wife and the mother of Chad…”
“We have not decided that’s the name we’re using.” She had been writing down names and he had been edging to make a final decision. “And I do not know if I like the name Chad. It sounds like a cookie.”
Turning her head, she gave him a wry look. “Really?”
“How about Mark or Matthew or Leo Jnr…?”
“We already talked about that. No junior.”
“It’s a very good name.”
“Be that as it may, we are not naming our son after you.”
“Why the hell not?”
“He is going to have his own identity.”
“As Leo the second, he will.”
“Nope.” She lifted her head and kissed him on the lips.
“Okay fine. How about Matthew? It happens to be my middle name.”
“That can work. Your dad’s name was Levi and mine was William – okay, your dad wins. Matthew Levi it is.”