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I brace myself on the passenger doorframe, leaning in so close our lips brush when I speak.
“Now I’ve got a raging hard-on from watching you put him in his place,” I declare, peppering her with kisses between each word. “Fuck… I wish I would have recorded that so I could play it back later.”
Chapter 57
Daphne
Three Weeks Later
Ismoothdownmydress for the tenth time in as many minutes, watching everyone in the room coo over Elowyn.
Dempsey keeps looking at her in awe. He’ll stare at her for a few seconds, then look at Fielding, then quickly glance over at me. His smile is as big as his brother’s right now. It’s adorable.
Maddie’s bouncing on her toes and hasn’t stopped gushing.
“She’ssolittle!”
“Little?” Fielding retorts, pretending to be offended. “Who are you calling little? This kid’s already doubled her birth weight, and she’s only twelve weeks old! She’s a beast!”
He lifts her overhead, and Winnie belly-laughs while he gobbles up her tummy.
I walk over and place a hand on his arm, giving him a pointed look. She just ate, and we can’t leave if she throws up and I have to feed her again.
He gives me a sheepish smile, knowing exactly what I’m worried about, and goes into dad mode a moment later—instructing Maddie to sit on the couch so he can explain paced feeding and the best ways to burp her.
Dempsey goes back to reading through the three-page document Fielding wrote out like it’s the owner’s manual of a new car. I half expect him to pull out a pen and start scribbling in the margins.
Once they’re situated and we’ve confirmed that they’re good, they’ve got this, and they’ll call with any questions, Fielding grabs my hand and pulls me back toward our bedroom instead of the garage.
I’m bewildered enough to follow along and not even question his intentions.
As soon as we’re alone, he’s pushing me against the bedroom door and skimming one hand up my exposed thigh.
Like a man possessed, he ravages my mouth and grips my hips. His intensity awakens something inside me, and suddenly I’m kissing him back with just as much fervor.
I’ve missed this. I’ve missedus. The care he’s shown me over the last few months has been beautiful and heartwarming. But now that I’m healed and starting to remember who I am aside from just being Elowyn’s mom, I need him to take care of me in other ways.
“Wait,” I pant, placing both hands on his chest to steady myself. “I thought we were going out.”
“Oh, we are.” He moves his hands to cup my ass as he hauls me into his body. “You look fucking incredible,” he murmurs in my ear as he teases the hem of my dress. “I love this, and I’m going to need to see you in it again soon.”
I’m wearing a new cornflower blue wrap dress that will flutter open the second he pulls on the ties. I had to go up two sizes to accommodate my boobs and belly, but I feel pretty for the first time in weeks.
“I brought you back here because I think you might want to change into pants. We’re taking the bike.”
He steps back then, and as if reading my mind, pulls open the belt on my dress.
“Goddamn,” he mutters in appreciation, lifting his fist to his mouth as he gives me a thorough once-over.
“I’ll wait for you in the kitchen because we literally won’t make it out the door if I don’t remove myself and let you get changed in peace.”
I roll my eyes at his dramatics but can’t fight the smile that creeps onto my face. This man makes me feelsogood. Inside and out. Every single day. I can’t wait to spend an afternoon alone with him.
I work my hands under his shirt and feel his taut stomach muscles contract beneath my fingers. I hold on tighter as the wind whips around the hair peeking out from under my helmet.
Pressing my cheek into his back, I revel in how far we’ve come since the last time I was on his bike. The night we met at The Oak, I would have never in a million years guessed I’d be back on this bike with this man as the mother of his child and the center of his world.
Our lives have changed in so many significant ways.