Going Deep (Imperfect Love 2)

“Is that?” Killian whispers, and I stifle a giggle, nodding my head. We exit the bathroom quietly, and then I answer him, “Yeah, Celeste is totally having bathroom sex!”

“Goddamn.” Killian laughs. “I guess I’ll just have to wait until I get you up to our room to get between your thighs.” He pulls me close and gives me a kiss.

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Killian

The next morning, after stopping for breakfast, we head home. Once we arrive, Giselle heads straight back to her mom’s suite. She always does. The therapist they’re seeing together says it’ll take time before Giselle feels comfortable enough to not check on her mom. When it’s late at night, she just peeks in, but when it’s earlier, she’ll hang out and they’ll have coffee or tea together. They’re finally getting the relationship they’ve longed for.

About twenty minutes later, she returns, and I hear her call my name when she doesn’t find me in our room. I hear her feet padding down the hallway as she searches for me. When she finally gets to the last door on the left, she turns the knob and enters. “Killian!” Her hands come up to her mouth as she takes in the nursery.

“When did you do this?” She steps farther into the room and takes in all the Alice in Wonderland décor. When I got ahold of her Pinterest page, I hired her boss, Lydia, to decorate it. Giselle has been busy since she got her promotion, and I wanted her to enjoy the fruits of the labor instead of her having to do the labor herself.

“It’s beautiful,” she coos. Her hand glides over the mahogany wood crib and stops to feel the bedding. She eyes the walls which have been transformed into scenes from the book with floor-to-ceiling trees and animals having tea parties.

“It’s exactly how I imagined it would look,” she says, coming over to me when she’s done checking it all out. “Thank you.” She stands on her tippy-toes and gives me a kiss.

“I’d like to take the credit, but Lydia did all the hard work.” I take her hand in mine and guide her to our room. Pulling my shirt off, I throw it onto the dresser.

Giselle comes up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist. I look down at her tiny fingers before I pull her around to face me. “Not just for the room, Kill,” she says. “Thank you for loving me…broken and all.”

I unzip then lift the yellow sundress Giselle is wearing over her head. Then take a moment to appreciate all of her new curves pregnancy has brought with it. I can’t help it. Every time I get her naked, I have to stop and see if she’s grown any more. I love watching our baby growing inside her. I place kisses along her neck and down her collar bone. She moans when my lips suck on her tender breasts. Picking her up carefully, I move her to the center of our bed. Hovering over her, I begin to worship my wife’s body. Her breasts, her soft stomach, making my way down to her wet cunt. I give it a kiss before I make my way back up to her lips, giving her a hard kiss before I back up slightly, needing to look into her beautiful blue eyes.

“I already told you, babe. I’m in deep. There’s nobody I’d rather be broken with than you.”

The End!