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She moves out from under him, her face flushed and lips bright red.
With dramatic flair, he collapses onto the mattress. “Where are you going?” His voice is whiny, puppy-dog eyes aimed at our girl.
I’d expect nothing less from him. They’re so alike, it’s scary.
I smirk at his antics. “She needs to soak in the bath.”
He has his ways ofkissing it and making it better, and I have mine.
“We can’t all fit into that bathtub.”
He’s not even joking. Hot tub, maybe. Tiny bathtub with him? Nope.
I smile. “I know.”
The only thing semi-updated in this loft is the bedroom suite. Although not luxurious, the bathroom features a vintage clawfoot tub, most likely made of cast iron and too heavy to be removed. It’s small, but it’ll serve its purpose.
She climbs out of bed gloriously naked. Her baby bump grows more prominent every time I see her, her breasts larger and rounder. She’s so fucking beautiful, my chest hurts.
I lead her into the bathroom and shut the door behind us. I hold her hand, helping her into the steamy water.
She peers up at me with those big brown eyes. “Bubbles?”
I grin at how adorable she is. “No bubbles. They might irritate your skin. Just Epsom salt.”
I stopped at the store on my way home from the prison for cupcakes and Epsom salt. I’ve turned into such a romantic fuck.
There’s an old wooden stool underneath the vanity, which I grab and set behind the tub. “Do you need me to take out your braids and wash your hair?”
She spins to face me, the water sloshing. “You’re not getting in with me?”
I shake my head at the absurd idea. “No, my giant ass won’t fit in there, love.”
“Nonsense.” She scoots back to make room. “Please.”
She stretches out the word, and I lose all resistance. Jesus Christ, what has happened to me?
I drop my sweats and take my place behind her. Water tips over the side of the tub onto the floor, and she giggles. It’s cramped, my knees bent and above the rim, but I’ll do whatever the hell she wants—apparently.
She has me wrapped around her finger so tight, it’s ridiculous. No ring necessary.
“I haven’t been in a tub since I took ice baths after games.” I guide her back against my chest. “This iswaybetter.”
“I bet we can make it even better.”
There’s a hint of flirtation in her voice, and I have to remind my aching erection that this is for her. No matter how much I want to palm her sweet tits and be inside her right now, this is forher.
Her hands glide over my hairy legs. It’s such an intimate gesture, like nothing I’ve ever experienced—not only sharing a bath, but being this physically and emotionally vulnerable. She has my firsts in many ways and doesn’t even know it.
I caress her stomach and cherish the feeling of our growing baby. “I’m so in love with you.” The words slip from my lips, but I don’t regret them. “I never imagined I could love anyone as much as I love you and our baby.”
Her eyes glisten. “I love you too. I wish we could stay like this forever.”
“Me too, baby girl.”
We remain intertwined, and I realize I need more of this. I need her with me. I need to watch her grow with my child and not miss a moment.
“You feeling okay?” I ask.