Page 27 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1

Callum

Five Years Later

“Daddy says you should be resting,” Elsie scolds, hands on her hips as she glares at her mama.

She’s the spitting image of Lily, with her chestnut hair, cute little nose, and bow mouth. But she has my silver eyes and bossy temperament. She’s only four years old but takes no shit from anyone—not even her pregnant mama.

“I’ll rest in a minute, baby girl. I have to finish this first,” Lily replies, folding a pile of laundry on the bed.

My curvy angel is past her due date with our second baby—a little boy.

It took us a little longer to get pregnant the second time around due to some fertility issues after Elsie was born.

If I had my way, I’d have my wife constantly pregnant because she looks so fucking hot when her belly’s round with our babies.

Lily’s first anniversary present to me was the news that we were pregnant with our baby girl. Needless to say, no more work got done that day. I promptly took my wife home and spent the next twelve hours worshipping her gorgeous body and fucking her senseless.

Knowing our family was about to expand, I had Ashton’s company design and build us a house on a plot of land on the outskirts of San Antonio. We have tons of space for the kids to run around in, and our nearest neighbors are a half-mile away, which suits us fine, as we value our privacy.

We were besotted with her when Elsie came along a little under eight months after our first anniversary.

Every day, I fall more in love with my wife and daughter.

When I met Lily, all my stars aligned. I thought I couldn’t be any happier when I finally made her mine, but my ring on her finger and my baby in her belly.

But with each passing year, our love continues to grow—and now, after three years of trying, our little family is also about to grow .

Which means my wife is nesting with a vengeance.

Getting her to sit down for any length of time, despite being almost two weeks past her due date, is proving almost impossible.

She has a stubborn streak a mile wide, and sometimes it takes a particular kind of…

persuasion to get her to give in and rest—the kind of persuasion that ends up being mutually satisfying.

“Daddy, tell her,” Elsie frowns at me as I make my way down the hallway, pointing a small finger at her mommy.

“Uh, oh!” Lily mutters. “Is Daddy home already?”

“Yes, Daddy’s home, which means you’re well and truly rumbled,” I glower at my wife. “What happened to staying in bed today and resting?”

Elsie holds her arms up to me as I enter the bedroom, where she’s standing guard over her mama. I scoop her up, making her giggle as I blow a raspberry on her neck. She may be a fierce little warrior, but she’s still her daddy’s little princess.

“Mommy says her back hurts. Daddy rub it better, like last night?” Elsie asks innocently.

My eyes meet Lily’s over our daughter’s head, and we exchange a smile.

It wasn’t her back I was rubbing better, but we had to come up with a quick excuse for the moans that woke Elsie up last night.

My wife has had a voracious sexual appetite while she’s been pregnant—not that I’m complaining—but I think I’m going to have to get our bedroom soundproofed so we don’t keep waking the kids up in the future.

“Why don’t you go on downstairs while I rub Mommy’s back, Princess,” I say, ruffling Elsie’s hair playfully.

“Did you bring me sumfink, Daddy?” she asks, looking at me hopefully.

“Yes, Princess, I bought you one of those cookies you like. It’s on the kitchen table,” I reply, dropping a kiss on the end of her nose.

“Wash your hands!” Lily calls after her as Elsie wriggles out of my arms and races towards the stairs. “And don’t run!”

“’Kay, Mama!” she calls from halfway down the stairs.

I close the door behind me and flip the lock, prowling towards my wife.

She’s wearing black leggings and an oversized t-shirt with ‘Baby on Board’ across the front.

The material is stretched over her swollen stomach, and she looks sexy as hell.

My cock springs to life even though she jumped my bones in the middle of the night last night and rode me like a champ.

“What part of taking it easy do you not understand?” I challenge, plucking the laundry from her hands and tossing it into the basket at the side of the bed.

Lily places her hands on her hips, glaring at me, much like our daughter glared at her moments ago. “I can’t lie down all day. I’ll go insane.”

“I know, Angel, but it’s only a few more days. Everything is planned. If you don’t go into labor naturally in the next forty-eight hours, they’ll take you in and induce you,” I remind her patiently. “So enjoy this time to relax. This is the calm before the storm.”

She sighs in resignation. “Okay, I’ll lie down on one condition.”

I quirk an eyebrow at her. “Which is?”

“You lie down underneath me.”

“Oh? And why would I want to do that?” I tease, playing along.

“So your heavily pregnant wife can ride you like a stallion,” she replies, her mouth tugging up in a wicked grin. “I reckon we’ve got,” she glances at the clock on the bedside table, “about ten minutes before Elsie finishes eating her cookie and drinking her milk.”

“Have you seen our daughter eat cookies?” I scoff. “I’ll give it five minutes, tops.”

“So, what are you waiting for?” Lily asks, giving me a sultry pout that has my cock straining against my pants.

“Angel, there’s not enough time to do what I want to do with you right now, but if you need to come, you know I’m always more than happy to oblige,” I growl, tugging her closer and sliding my hand inside her leggings.

Lily moans as I tease my finger along the seam of her pussy through her panties. They’re already wet with her juices, and I yank them aside, my probing fingers opening her up to find her hard little clit.

“Cal,” she moans, jerking uncontrollably as I circle her sensitive nub.

I back her up until her knees hit the bottom of the bed.

She lies back, and I strip her leggings and panties down her legs before shouldering her thighs open and descending on her with my ravenous mouth.

I lick her from her puckered little asshole to her clit, grazing the bundle of nerves with my teeth and then fucking her with my tongue.

“Oh, shit,” Lily groans, fisting her hands in the duvet at her sides and bucking her hips against me.

I bury my face in her wetness, eating her pussy relentlessly, encouraged by her throaty moans.

When I slide a finger into her tight ass, she goes off like a firework.

Turns out my naughty little angel loves a little butt play while I use my mouth and fingers to milk the last tremors of her orgasm from her until she falls limp and breathless on the bed.

Crawling up her body, I find her sweet lips for a deep kiss. I glance at the clock. “Two minutes. I think that may be some kind of record. Better, Angel?” I grin, rubbing her swollen belly.

“Mmmhmm,” she hums sleepily, stroking her hands through my hair.

“Why don’t you grab a little catnap while I make dinner,” I murmur, kissing her softly before tugging the blanket over her from the foot of the bed.

“Just five minutes,” she says drowsily. One eye pops open. “But I still want to do the whole riding you like a stallion thing tonight.”

“You know I’ll always give you what you want, Angel,” I chuckle, gazing down at her possessively.

She’s so fucking beautiful—even more so when she’s carrying our baby. I can’t wait to meet our little boy, and truth be known, I’m as impatient as she is. But he’s being a typical boy, and he’s not coming out until he’s good and ready.

I leave Lily dozing and head downstairs to find Elsie watching some cartoon on the TV, Groot curled up next to her.

“What’s for dinner, Daddy?” she asks, dragging her attention away from the screen.

“Spaghetti Bolognese, Princess. Wanna help?”

She nods her head enthusiastically. “Me love sketti bolnese!”

I chuckle at her pronunciation. “Come on then, squirt, you can weigh out the spaghetti and wash the mushrooms.”

I pluck her from the sofa and carry her to the kitchen, plopping her down on one of the breakfast stools at the large island.

“Will Daniel be here soon? I want to meet him,” Elsie says as I hand her the packet of spaghetti .

“Your baby brother will be here in a few days, Princess. He’s taking his time. He’s a little too warm and comfortable in Mommy’s tummy,” I reply, searching the cupboard for a saucepan.

“How will he get out?” she asks curiously. “Through Mommy’s belly button?”

I stifle my laugh. Trust my daughter to suddenly get curious about childbirth when Lily’s not around to run interference. I’m still trying to come up with a suitable answer when there’s a cry of pain from upstairs.

“Don’t move!” I instruct Elsie, taking the stairs three at a time and bursting into the bedroom.

Lily is standing at the side of the bed, a puddle of water on the hardwood floor at her feet, her face scrunched up in pain.

She looks at me with a smile that’s equal parts happy and nervous. “Baby’s coming.”

Daniel Rogen is born ten hours later, weighing eight pounds, ten ounces. He’s utterly perfect, with all ten fingers and toes and a mop of dark hair.

Lily gazes down at him lovingly as she nurses him in the hospital bed, his tiny fingers curled around her thumb.

“How did we manage to make not one, but two, perfect little human beings?” she asks in wonder, lifting tired eyes to mine.

“You did the hard part carrying them around for nine months, Angel. My part lasted about nine seconds,” I chuckle.

“I’m so sleepy,” she murmurs, her eyelids fluttering.

“Here, let me take him,” I say, standing to scoop our son up in my arms. I sit back down in the chair I vacated, cuddling Daniel close and smoothing a hand over his tiny head.

“Where’s Elsie?” Lily mumbles, unable to rest until she knows her baby girl is okay.

“She’s fine. She’s at home with Alison,” I reassure her, referring to the childminder. “I called her earlier, and Alison is going to bring her in later so she can meet her baby brother.”

“Good,” Lily sighs, letting sleep take her.

I settle back in the chair with Daniel, rocking him gently as he stirs and raises a tiny fist in the air. I wrap my hand around his and bend to place a kiss on his forehead. He opens his eyes, and they fix on mine, unblinking.

“Welcome to the world, Son. Let me tell you about the day Daddy met his Angel…”