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A Few Years Into the Future

“For Amelia Ellis—My wife, my partner, my forever. This book was always going to be dedicated to you. Thank you for giving me our beautiful family and the life we live together.” — Dedication from Henry Hayes’ Eighth Novel

“Spread your legs for me, Mills,” I say, and my beautiful wife listens to me so well. “That’s it. Let me see all of you, baby.”

“Henry, please,” she begs beneath me.

“God, I love it when you look at me like that,” I tell her as I lower my head to her center .

“Like what?”

“Like you want me. Like I’m the only guy in the world who can give you what you need.”

“Because you are, Henry,” she reminds me as I finally get a taste of her. “Now, please, get up here,” she says as she pulls me up to her mouth.

“Someone’s needy for me.” I smile against her lips, and in one, swift thrust, I’m inside her, the two of us moaning against each other's lips.

Amelia and I are at a resort in Turks and Caicos for our vacation this year, and this place is beautiful. Our days have been filled with trips to the beach, delicious meals at local restaurants, and so much sun, we aren't even thinking about going back to the cold that waits for us in Virginia.

Most of our nights are filled with us getting lost in one another's bodies. After a few years of Amelia being my wife, I can’t imagine not being as infatuated with her as I am now and forever will be.

Her legs wrap around my back, pulling me deeper inside her as her back arches, my dick hitting her favorite fucking spot.

God, I love seeing her like this. I love making my beautiful, enchanting wife moan and groan until I give her what she needs from me.

“Amelia Hayes, you look like a fucking dream when your eyes roll to the back of your head.”

“Faster, please,” she groans as I hoist her legs onto my shoulders, pumping in and out of her.

I know she loves it when I make that necklace bounce between her breasts.

She’s so close, I can feel her clenching around me, but I don’t give in just yet.

I want to drive her as crazy as she makes me feel.

“On second thought, I want to take my time,” I say as I lower her legs, pulling out as I kiss her on the lips, then the jaw, then her cheek, then slowly down her body.

I take one of her nipples into my mouth, biting on it ever so slightly so her back arches again, the light touches to her skin driving her insane.

She’s been on a different level lately, and I don't think the two of us have ever had sex as much as we have in the past few months. My wife has been insatiable, and I’m loving every second of it.

“Henry…” she whispers to me.

“Let me savor you, Mills,” I whisper against her soft skin. I kiss her chest, her belly button, her hip bone, down her legs, and eventually, when I’m worshipping her at her feet, I flip her over, wanting to cover every inch of her beautiful body with my lips.

“I swear if you don’t—”

“What was that?” I say as I wet my dick with her pussy and slide back home. God, she feels so fucking good every single time. “Were you saying something, baby?”

“Please keep going, Hen.”

I give her what she needs, and as she unravels around my cock, I can’t help but spill inside her at the same time, chanting one another's names until we come down, the only sound the waves crashing outside of our room and our panting breaths.

“I love you, Mills.”

She flips around and slips her tongue in my mouth. “I love you too, Hen.”

I bundle her in my arms before I feel and hear her stomach grumble.

“Do you want me to grab us some food while you shower?”

“I think I just fell more in love with you,” she says as the two of us laugh, taking as many seconds as we can wrapped in one another's arms before we untangle.

As shock filters through my system, I do the only thing I can and pick up my phone, dialing the only people I want to talk to.

“Why are you calling us on vacation?” Ella asks me. “Damn, your tan looks wonderful, though.”

“I’m freaking out.”

“Amelia, I thought we were done with the whole running thing when you came back here all those years ago?” Hads asks me, but my mind can only focus on the thing in my hand.

Where the fuck is Paige? I need all my girls here with me.

Just as her phone clicks in, I see Oliver on the other side of it, and I groan.

“Seriously? I thought I was going to get a week off from you and your incessant calls. Isn't that the point of a vacation?”

“Shut it, Nosferatu,” I snark as I pace around the bathroom. “Where is your wife?”

“In front of the toilet.” He sighs heavily. “Her morning sickness has been horrible lately, you guys know that.”

“That means the little bean is growing properly!” Grant pops his head into the screen, and I’m still freaking the fuck out.

“I need Paige,” I tell him. “Like right now.”

“Amelia…” Grant trails off. “What’s going on?”

“I need my girls,” I say as I sit on the floor of the resort bathroom, my head in my hands. “Please, Oliver. I need Paige.”

I think he realizes how dire of a situation this is, because I’ve never been so nice to him. He shuffles over to his pregnant wife, and when I see Paige sitting on the floor of her bathroom, crackers and ginger ale in hand, she shrieks.

“Did I almost miss a debrief? Ugh!” she says as she throws her hands up. “I miss you, Ames! What’s going on?”

“She’s having a tsunami-level meltdown,” Ella says. “At least, that’s what I think is happening.”

“Is everything okay? Where’s Henry?” Hads asks me.

“He went to get us some food,” I say. “I stayed in the room.”

“And that became a full-blown meltdown?” Paige wonders.

“Well, yes.”

“How?” Hads asks, and before I say anything else, I flip the camera to show them the reason I’m going insane.

“Is that what I think it is?” Ella asks, and I shake the camera to match my nodding behind it.

“You’re pregnant?” Paige practically screams over the line.

“Oh God, there’s going to be another Amelia? Prayers to us,” Oliver jokes, and I wish Hads could smack him with something.

“What?” I hear from across the other side of the door, and when I hear Henry’s voice, I unlock it, his eyes already filled with tears. “Did I hear that right?”

“Mhm,” I confirm. “And I’m terrified, Hen, because this wasn't part of our plan—”

He picks me up, and my phone falls to the floor as he spins me around the bathroom. “Fuck the plan, Mills. This is—fuck.” He sets me down and cradles my face in his hands. “This is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” he says as a few tears fall from his eyes. “My God, Amelia, you are the best thing that happened to me.”

He leans his forehead against mine, and tears fall from my eyes as I think about the life we've created. “I’m scared. ”

“I’m scared too,” he tells me, a huge smile still on his face. “But this is just another chapter of our story together.”

“We’re having a baby,” I tell him with a smile as I look at this astonishing man in front of me.

“Hell yeah, we are,” he says as the voices of our friends filter in. Everyone is crying, save for Oliver, and as I look at Paige, I find tears pouring from her face.

“We’re pregnant at the same time,” she tells me.

“Which means our kids are totally going to be best friends.”

“At this rate, all of our kids are going to be as close as you girls are,” Grant reminds us. “And what a beautiful family we’re all creating together.”

“Our master plan is complete,” Ella jokes as Leo comes into frame.

“Why are you all crying?”

“Amelia’s pregnant,” Ella tells her husband, because Henry and I are too speechless to say anything.

“That’s wonderful news. Congratulations, you two,” he says to us. “Now we’re going to have two babies to spoil at the end of the year.”

“Thanks, Leo,” Henry says. “But I’m going to spend some time with my beautiful pregnant wife, so we’ll see you all when we get home.”

And with a parade of well wishes, he hangs up the call and captures my lips, whispering sweet nothings as we start this new, terrifying, exciting life together.