Don't Promise (Don't 3)

My mouth landed on hers as I pulled her into my arms. My hands coasted to her breasts, squeezing tenderly, flicking over her nipple. She groaned as my tongue twisted along hers.

“So fucking beautiful.” I breathed.

My palm rested on her stomach.

“I can’t believe you’re having my baby. Our baby.” I looked into her eyes.

She nodded. “I am.”

“You have never looked so fucking sexy before. And it’s killing me. You know that.”

“I know. I want you too. I want you like this. We’re getting married. We’re having a baby.” She pulled my hand to her lips, kissing my fingertips. “What if it’s a girl?”

“A girl?” Damn. I’d never thought about having a daughter.

She nodded, grinning. “I’m sort of out-numbered around here. I need backup.”

“Then I hope she’s a pretty as you, but as tough as me.” I winked. I would have a heart attack trying to keep the guys off her, but I’d do it.

“Do you know how amazing you’re going to be with a baby?” she asked.

“A baby. I can’t believe we made a baby.”

“I kind of knew it was going to happen. There was no way that IUD was going to hold out with the kind of sex we had.”

“That’s right.” I felt some kind of insane male pride, knowing I had given her a baby. We had loved each other so much this baby was coming into the world. “When did you start to think you might be pregnant?” I asked.

“I started feeling differently. It was just this gut feeling. I knew it was going to be positive before I even took the test. I’m so glad you’re not freaked out.”

I brushed the hair off her shoulder. “I didn’t say I wasn’t freaked out.” I grinned. “But I’m fucking happy. I bought that ring two weeks ago. I wanted to give it to you every night since then.”

“It’s hard to wait, isn’t it?”

My hand moved back to her breasts. God, they were bigger than they had been. How had I not seen it before now. She looked incredible.

“Marry me, Jules.”

“I said yes.”

“I know. But I want it to happen as soon as possible. New Year’s Eve?”

Her eyes widened. “That’s in six days.”

I nodded. “It is. But I can’t wait.”

“You want to get married in the middle of playoffs while I’m pregnant?”

I tugged on the tie on her robe, letting it fall to the side. Her chest heaved with a giant breath. She was carrying my baby. I was in love with her. We were going to adopt Hunter together.

“Yes. Marry me.”

She nodded. “New Year’s Eve sounds perfect.” Her eyes closed as my hands explored the newness of her pregnant body. I growled with lust.

“Did you ever think we’d end up here?”

“No. Honestly never.” She moaned as I plucked at her sensitive nipples.

I wanted to shred that plaid robe from her and take her now. Love her like she deserved. Fill her with pleasure and joy. Give her the most incredible fucking Christmas of her life.