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How could I not love everything that had been done? The furniture was exactly what I would have picked, even the style was elegant with just a shade of country home. The emotion that I felt earlier was back with a vengeance.
Mark saw my face and panicked. “It’s okay, we can paint walls, anything that you want.”
“It’s perfect,” I choked out. “Completely perfect.”
Mark wrapped me in his arms. “Let’s go see the bedrooms.”
We took the back stairs from the kitchen up to where most of the bedrooms were located. A fully furnished mother-in-law apartment was put into the basement, and that is where Candice was currently unpacking her things. The old home had more than seven bedrooms, and on the third floor, Mark had the attic turned into a master suite.
I was huffing a little when we made it all the way up, and then my breath caught. Never in my life had I ever seen anything so beautiful. The bed was massive, and the linens looked to be as soft as clouds. Everything was in off-white and cream, which looked amazing against the palest oak floors I had ever seen. The master bathroom contained a massive shower that we could have entertained in and a soaker tub that could fit the two of us easily.
I no longer felt sad that we weren’t in the trailer.
Mark led me to what I thought was another closet, but it opened into a small nursery. And that was when I began to cry.
“You are the best boyfriend,” I choked out.
He growled, “I can hardly wait until that is ‘husband.’”
I kissed him, our tongues tangling and our bodies reaching for each other instinctively. I needed him, wanted to christen our new home and bedroom. I knew that this would be the place where we would stay every time we came to Otterville Falls. And I knew that if Mark put this much into the house, he planned on spending time here.
“I love you,” he whispered against my lips and then picked me up and carried me to the bed.
“I am too heavy for you to carry around.”
He rolled his eyes. “Please, you are casting aspirations on the mother of my child.”
I reached up and cupped his cheek. “I love you too, you know?”
He kissed my nose. “Yeah, I know. And I also love your sex drive when you’re pregnant.”
My eyes widened. “Are you talking about sex in front of the baby?”
Mark grinned. “Sorry, Little One, your mom and I are going to embarrass you a lot. It’s best you get used to it now.”
I yanked his shirt up and he pulled it over his head. My mouth began to water when I saw his naked chest, the sculpted muscles never failing to melt my panties. Mark was right—there would never be a time when I could keep my hands off him. Our baby had better get used to his embarrassing parents.