Page 135 of CowSex

I watch as he brushes her hair from her face and kisses her cheek before coming back to help pull me up. He sits where I was and helps me ease back down to sit between his legs, my back rests against his front.

He reaches into the cool-bag beside us and pulls out a beer and opens the twist top. His empty hand comes around to my front and rests on my belly.

“I’ve been thinking about his name.”

“Oh yeah. Come up with anything yet?”

“Well, I know all the kids have Carmichael as their surname, but I wanted to do something in honour of my dad and Billy. The two men that raised me.”

My extra sensitive nose can smell the beer that Koa’s just taken a drop of, and my mouth waters. Definitely no more babies for me, beer all the way once this one’s born. Or wine, wine works. Vodka even.

“I think that’s a beautiful idea, so what are you going with?”

“McKinney William Carmichael. We’ll call him Mac.”

“I think that’s perfect. Your Mum and Billy are gonna be chuffed to bits.”

I feel his chest move as he laughs behind me.

“What’s funny.”

“You are Essex.”

“Why’s that?”

He kisses my bare shoulder, causing instant goose bumps to race across my skin.

“Chuffed to bits, you just sounded so English when you said it.”

“Well, I am English.”

He wraps both of his arms around me, while still holding his beer in one hand, and pulls me as tight into him as it’s possible to be.

“Perfect is what you are Essex. You, me, us, our lives. All of it is fucking perfect.”

Now it's my turn to swallow down the emotion.

“Love you, Cowboy.”

“Love you too, Essex, so fucking much.”