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Erika

I 'm lying on a daybed that Fletcher put out in our back yard so that I could laze about during the day as if that was possible with three children and one on the way. The summer breeze touches my face as if it’s laying a kiss on my cheek.

Fletcher comes out of the house with some lemonade for us and sets the tray on the table next to me. I scooch over so that he can lie down beside me. He immediately takes up my invitation and takes me into his arms.

One strong arm is behind me, and the other he lays on top of my huge belly. His hand travels across my pregnant stomach. I'm due any day now, which is why the kids are staying with friends. Suddenly, the baby moves, and Fletcher's hand follows him or her.

"I think it's going to be a boy," he says.

"Oh yeah? What makes you say that?"

"He's been so active. Always moving, always kicking. I think we've got a football star on our hands."

"Tired of being surrounded by the female population?"

"I love my girls." He huffs out.

"But you want a boy to play catch with."

"They all play catch with me already."

"I know our girls can be too much sometimes."

"They are perfect."

"Isn't it weird that the baby hasn't come yet? All the others came before the time was up."

"Joey really surprised us."

"I wish you hadn't given them all boys’ names."

"Joey, Charlie, and Alex are perfectly good girl names."

"They're going to be so bullied at school. It's on you. I get dibs on this one, though."

"What? When was that decided?"

"Just now."

He's rubbing my belly absentmindedly, and I smile at how happy he is about our life and our children. He pours me a glass of lemonade, and I take a sip of the tart yet sweet liquid. It goes down my throat, cooling me in the process.

"Should we stop after this one?"

"Only if you want to."

"I'm conflicted about it. As it is, you're going to be in your seventies when this one leaves for college."

"Sorry, you married an old man?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Never. You are my soulmate, Fletcher Connors."

The sun starts to make me sweat, and that means I'm uncomfortable and can't stand to be outside anymore. Fletcher knows how it is for me when I'm pregnant, so he takes me inside and helps me shower. He still carries me around whenever he gets the opportunity, and now is no different.

I let him take over in the shower, and he lathers me up. I can almost hear a low growl coming from him. He gets really horny when I'm about to burst like this.

"You think we should try what the doctor said to start things along?" I ask.

His eyes brighten with the possibility, and I work hard to hide my smile. My sexy mountain man has always had a high libido, and it takes very little for him to agree to ravish me even when I'm this far along. I can see my words have made an impact when his cock is ready to burst out of his jeans.

He rinses me quickly and then starts drying me with a fluffy white towel. He's gentle and caring as he does this chore for me that he has done hundreds of times before, and it makes me feel all the love and devotion he has for me.

We walk to the bed, and his hand goes to my face.

His thumb brushes my lower lip, and I let my tongue slip out to lick him and entice him.

He doesn't let me distract him from his mission, though, and his hand opens the towel and starts going down my body, caressing my neck, then my breasts, and down to my huge belly.

He places a kiss on my stomach, which gives me goosebumps.

"Lie down, sweetheart. Let's get this baby out of you."

I giggle like a schoolgirl because he makes me giddy with the love he has for me. I lie down in the center of the bed and wait for him to join me. To my great disappointment, he doesn't take his jeans off when he gets into bed with me.

"Aren't you wearing too many clothes?"

"Trust me. I won't be able to control myself unless I have my chastity belt on."

"You know, we've never tried that."

"Focus, sweetheart."

I just smile at him and let him roam my body with his strong, calloused hands. The way his hands work my body makes me a bit sleepy, so I close my eyes and let myself enjoy this moment in time. When he starts whispering dirty words in my ears I feel my pussy throb with excitement.

He goes on to tell me in exact detail how he's going to ravish me, and I feel my body responding to his naughty promise. Then he kisses me in that fiery, passionate way only he knows how to do, and I'm lost to all the sensation going through my body.

Pretty soon, I feel like I've shattered into a million little pieces, and my smug husband pulls me practically on top of him – or as much as he can with my big belly.

"Tell me when you're ready for more."

"Um, I don't think we'll have time for that."

"Why not?"

"My water just broke."

"Oh god, I knew I needed to keep my jeans on."

A quick shower later, and we're on our way to the Hunter's Peak Clinic. Brock is already waiting for us there. We were super prepared this time. My bag has been in the back of the truck for over two weeks, and Brock's loving wife is taking care of the children.

I am so ready for this baby to come. Also, I have a secret. Fletcher is going to get his wish for a boy this time, and I couldn't be more excited for him. I grin and bear it while they are setting me up in the room and beg Fletcher not to leave my side.

Only two hours later, and they are putting our little boy into my arms. Fletcher and I are smiling like loons, and Brock congratulates me on a job well done. He also asks me if I want my tubes tied, but I say no. One more can’t hurt, right?

A little bit later, I'm back in my room and we're waiting for the nurse to bring our baby to us.

"So, do you have a name?" Fletcher asks.

"I do, but you're not going to like it."

His eyes widen, and I know he's going to make me spill the beans, but we're interrupted by a nurse who brings in a bassinet with our baby boy inside. He's all bundled up in a blue blanket and seems to be off in dreamland.

The nurse hands my husband the baby, and I see his face transform with all the love he already has for this tiny little human that has come into our lives.

"Here is our beautiful son. Will you introduce him to me?"

"Fletcher Connors, meet your son Robin Connors."

He groans, but he named the last three. He's lucky I didn't name him something worse. I know, our children will all be bullied. We'll make it up to them with a good shrink later on. I'm brought back from my musings by a kiss on my forehead.

"Thank you for my son. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Fletcher."

Later on, Brock and his wife bring our girls to meet their baby brother. They don't stay long but I see their joy at having a new sibling to play with.

I never knew that being married to Fletcher would bring me this much happiness, but I shouldn't be surprised. He's my soulmate, after all.