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BONUS SCENE

DEKE

“Deke,” my name tumbles off her lips the minute I walk through the door.

Kelsey sent me a text earlier today asking what time I’d be home, which is not abnormal, but not her usual either.

Most of the time, it’s figuring out what to do for dinner.

If it’s an early day for me, we’ll go out and grab a bite to eat, or I’ll fire up the grill to make dinner.

Then there are those times where I can’t get away from work until it’s dark outside, she’ll throw something together that will keep, and I can warm it up when I make it home.

“Sunshine, everything okay?” I ask, meeting me at the door, literally at the opening, isn’t like my wife.

Nine times out of ten, she’s either on her computer scouring websites to see what the latest trend will be or she’s doing something around the house.

It’s rare when Kels actually sits still, and when she does, it’s because a show sucked her in so deep, there’s no leaving until it’s over.

“Yes, of course. I’d have called you if something was wrong.

” It’s then that I notice she’s practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.

An energy surrounds her, half-nervous, half-giddy.

My woman is up to something, and what that something is, I have no idea, but you can bet your bottom dollar I’ll be finding out.

I drop my keys and phone into the bowl Kelsey set on the table, mine are nestled with hers.

She came up with the idea that the first thirty minutes when we are both home, we disconnect entirely, no work and no outside interferences.

This came up because we both developed a habit of bringing home bullshit about our job.

We’d come home and work instead of reconnecting with one another.

Then we’d get snappy, finally she said enough was enough, and while the make-up sex is more than amazing, the last thing I want is to ever bicker with Kelsey over something stupid.

“What do you have behind your back, Sunshine?” I move closer, needing my mouth on hers. My hands cup her cheeks, my knees dip, and I’m hovering above her lips, waiting to see if she’ll stop me by telling me whatever news she has for me.

“I’m pregnant,” Kelsey pulls the pregnancy tests from around her, all three of them, and I don’t even bother looking at them.

All that matters is my wife. It’s taken longer than either of us thought it would, nearly a year, and I've made a solid decision: if this month comes with no luck, I'll take the next step. Well, I’d make an appointment for myself and be there for her whenever she was ready to go to hers.

“Fuck, sunshine. You’re going to make the best mom ever,” I can see the wetness threatening to fall from her eyes. She’s trying to hold back the tears of happiness.

“And you’re going to make the best dad ever,” she replies. My forehead meets hers, my nose sliding along hers, and as much as I want my mouth on hers, soaking in this moment feels just as good.

“So happy, Kels. So damn happy,” I swallow down the lump in my throat, my own emotions getting the better of me.

“It’s still really early, can we keep this to ourselves for a little while longer?” She asks, her voice low, and while she’d been excited not more than three minutes ago. Now there’s a hesitance along with a note of worry in her tone.

“We can wait however long you want,” I drop a hand from her cheek, the palm of my hand settles on her lower abdomen.

“Thank you, Deke, for loving me, for being the best husband, and for, well, everything. I love you so much,” my eyes close, soaking in my wife and everything she is.

Fuck, I do not deserve the kind of beauty she gives me every day of our lives.

Except there’s no way I’ll ever let her go, and I’ll bust my ass to prove to her there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

“I love you, Kels, so damn much. You make me so happy, our life, our baby, you’re everything to me.

” My mouth touches hers. Kelsey’s hands go to my chest, pulling me closer, and I’m getting the sweetest fucking taste of my wife.

Her tongue slides along mine, chasing with every stroke, and I’m walking her backward until she’s backed into a wall.

I’m not taking her here, not this round at least, but I am going to enjoy how she’s clutching at my chest, making noises that light me up, and have me going rock hard.