Page 62 of Through Any Fire (Any x #1)

In the dreamscape, his senses are overwhelmed with her scent.

Sweet almonds and the ripest of summer cherries flood his senses, and he burrows into her.

His arms wrap around her waist, and for a moment, he thinks he’s imagined the laughter that spills from her lips like golden sunshine. But no, he hasn’t imagined it.

He peeks open one eye, and relief floods his chest. Chestnut hair is fanned over the pillow next to him, and his wife mumbles something in her sleep, a slight curl to her mouth.

His cock aches at the sight of her, just as it has every day since he met her.

Even though it’s been ten years since they married, she still elicits the most primal of responses from his body.

His hand slips over the curve of her waist, pausing momentarily over the swell on her belly.

She’s due next month, and he thanks the universe again for giving him a second chance.

A screech follows a fearsome bellow, and a tiny body slams into his chest. A whoosh of air escapes him, and he catches the wriggling girl with matching chestnut hair and brown eyes, a perfect blend of the two of them .

“Daddy, Mommy, wake up! Santa came!”

His wife grumbles beside him, peeking up from under her arm. “Time to wake up, monkey?”

Their daughter nods emphatically, and his wife meets his gaze.

He nods, too. “Time to wake up, Bunny.”