Page 52 of Living for Truth (Broken Shelves #2)

Morgan

I was nervous Hannah wouldn’t like this surprise, but after what happened with Liam, I think it’s going to be a good thing.

Hannah and I get out of the car, and I intertwine our fingers, leading her to the door with a peeling sign for Gemma’s Gems.

The jewelry store may not look like much, but it’s owned by the kindest couple. They make sure all of their gems are ethically sourced or lab-made and specialize in custom rings.

“What are we doing at a jewelry store?” Hannah whispers.

“We’re getting you an engagement ring.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to wait?”

“We’ve waited long enough, Butterfly. I need there to be no doubt in anyone’s mind you’re mine, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and our girls.

” I place a protective hand on her belly.

I’m dying to feel the twins move, but if she only felt them move today, I probably won’t feel them from the outside for a few more weeks.

When she called me earlier to tell me she felt them, I teared up. It’s a big milestone, and I hope this makes her feel less worried about losing them.

We’re soon greeted by Gemma and Joseph, the owners, who talk us through the process for creating a custom ring. Hannah’s eyes dart around at the displays of jewelry, different metals, and different gems to choose from. She looks a little overwhelmed.

Once they’ve finished their spiel, they tell us to look around and get an idea of what we might like, and then ring the bell when we’re ready to start the process.

Hannah finds a case with one-of-a-kind rings, and she immediately zones in on the ones with a peach colored stone in the middle.

“This gemstone is so pretty. I think I want one of these,” she says in awe and points to a pear cut gem on a gold band with a halo of diamonds around it. “That’s the ring I want.”

“You don’t want to look around more? Design one yourself?” I clarify, just to make sure she’s getting exactly what she wants.

She shakes her head, then freezes and places a hand on her belly. “The girls agree with me. That’s the one.”

“They kicked just now?” I place my hand next to hers, willing them to do it again.

“Yeah, they did. I think that’s a good sign.”

“I think so, too, Butterfly. I’ll get Gemma and Joseph to come out here and see if this one is available.”

I leave Hannah, ring the bell, and Gemma comes out immediately.

“Are you ready to design your ring?” she asks brightly.

“I think my fiancée would like one of the ones already made, if it’s available.”

“Oh! Sure, let’s take a look.”

We walk over to the case, and Gemma unlocks it. She takes out the ring Hannah pointed to and slides over the little box it’s in.

Gemma explains it’s a lab grown peach champagne stone, and the halo of diamonds are lab grown as well.

Hannah takes the ring and carefully inspects it, then hands it over to me. It’s stunning and definitely something I would love to see on Hannah’s finger.

“There’s a matching band, as well, if that’s something you’re interested in,” Gemma says.

“Yes, we’re interested. What do you think—is this the ring?” I ask Hannah, who grins as she nods.

“I’ll grab my notepad and keyring to measure so we can resize both,” Gemma says, then shuffles to the back.

“Are you sure this isn’t too much money? I’d be okay with a $50 ring from Etsy,” Hannah whispers.

“Nothing is too much for you, Butterfly. Besides, I want you to love your ring. Not just be okay with it. You’ll be wearing it for a long, long time.”

Gemma comes back, measures Hannah’s finger, and tells me it should be done in about a week.

“Wait, where is Aly?” Hannah asks as we pull into the driveway after picking up dinner.

“She’s sleeping over at Alice’s house so we can have some alone time. It was her idea to take you ring shopping.”

Aly told me I needed to hurry up and get a ring for Hannah so she doesn’t change her mind about getting married. Not that I was worried that would happen, but she was right.

“That’s so nice of her. I think we should hit up the last farmer’s market on Sunday so we can spend some time with her, too.”

God, I love this woman. I love how easily she’s integrated into mine and Aly’s lives and how she loves Aly like she’s her own.

“That’s a great idea, Butterfly. You’ve had a long day, so let’s get you into bed.”

We make our way upstairs with Bean and Bagel hot on Hannah’s heels. Bean refuses to leave her alone, I think he knows she’s pregnant and wants to protect the babies. Bagel is less concerned about Hannah but still cuddles up to her belly whenever she’s sitting down.

I can’t wait until Bean is cuddling her stomach and one of the babies kicks him in the head. I don’t think he’ll hurt Hannah, but he’ll be pissed for sure.

I corral the cats out of the bedroom, much to their dismay.

Then, joining Hannah in the bathroom, I take the time to help her wash off her makeup, then shampoo and condition her hair.

She lets me clean her body with a washcloth, and I quickly run through my shower routine, ignoring the way my cock throbs from touching her soft body.

I hop out and dry myself off before helping her out of the shower and drying her off. She goes through her skincare routine, and we brush our teeth before she dresses in one of those goddamn nightgowns, and I slip on a pair of boxers before I hop into bed and settle behind her under the covers.

I know she’s probably tired from the day's activities, so I’m not expecting her to scoot her ass into my crotch and wiggle it back and forth across my erection.

“Hannah,” I groan. “You can’t be rubbing that sexy ass on me, or I’m going to think you want me to fuck you.”

“I do want you to fuck me.”

Damn it. “You need to rest.”

“I’ll sleep better if you take care of the ache between my thighs first.” She turns her head back to look at me like it’s an innocent request.

I slide the hand resting on her hip down her thigh, then slip in under the fabric of her nightgown and run it back up her smooth skin.

“You still feeling needy, Butterfly? My fingers weren’t enough?” I know she’s not wearing any underwear because I watched her get dressed.

“Need more,” she whimpers as my fingers tease the crease where her pussy meets her thigh. She opens her legs wider.

“Greedy thing.” I nip at her earlobe. “Do you want my mouth? Or my cock?”

“Your cock, please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” I pull my boxers down and fist my cock, gliding the head against her wet pussy. She’s been getting wet so much easier since she got pregnant, and I’m loving it.

“Do you want it slow and sweet, or hard and fast, mama?” I notch the head at her entrance and grip around her thigh to spread her thighs wider.

“Hard and fast,” she moans, and I enter her in a swift stroke. “Oh God!”

“I’m probably not going to last long,” I admit. I’ll make sure she comes, though, before I even think about coming myself.

“I’m almost there. You touching me in the shower got me all wound up.”

“Up on your hands and knees, baby.” I pull out of her, and she follows my directions, arching her back and pressing her ass into me.

I give her ass a spank and watch the way it ripples before entering her again. I set a hard but steady pace, which apparently isn’t fast enough for my girl because she starts pushing herself back onto my cock faster.

I spank her again. “Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock. Always so fucking needy for me, aren’t you? You need me to fuck you faster?”

“Yes, please, faster. I need you to make me come,” Hannah moans.

“Anything for you, Butterfly.” I pick up the pace, my cock hitting her G-spot with every thrust. She chants the same words over and over again, and I feel her getting close.

I bring my hand around her belly to press hard, fast circles on her swollen clit, and it only takes a few more strokes for her to detonate and throw me over the edge with her.

“I love you so much.” I press a kiss to her shoulder before pulling out.

“I love you, too,” she sighs, already on her way to sleep.

I step into the bathroom to clean myself off and grab a wet washcloth to wash her off, but when I come back to clean her, she’s already closed her eyes. They pop open when I wipe the sticky release from between her thighs, but she settles back again.

I discard the cloth in the laundry basket and turn off the bedside lamp before curling around my fiancée and draping an arm over her stomach.

Maybe it’s my imagination, but I swear I feel the twins move underneath my palm.