Stalking His Bride

“This is nice.” I look over at my cousin Reed, who is sitting next to me watching the chaos. His eyes are on his own father, who is throwing his oldest daughter into the pool. It blows my mind sometimes how love really can heal a family and bring them back together.

Carly gets up from the pool, wandering over toward me. She drops down into my lap. Tinsley does the same to Reed.

“I have a secret,” she whispers.

“Hmm,” I pull her closer, my hand resting on her stomach.

“I peeked,” she says into my ear.

“I know.” She jerks back to glare at me.

“Of course you know.” She lets out a small huff. I was shocked when she agreed to do a gender reveal party. That meant she’d have to wait extra time to find out the sex of the baby. Carly and Tinsley are not the best at waiting. If they both hadn’t peeked at the results already, there is no way we would be waiting this long into the party for the results. They would have done the reveal first thing.

“I know everything about you.” I rub my hand over her baby bump.

“Well, at least now I’ll have someone on my side. It will no longer be three against one in this house. I can’t wait until our little girl has both you and her brothers wrapped around her little finger.” I smile big at the thought of having a mini Carly running around.

“Another thing to check off the list.” I brush my mouth against hers.

“You finished that list years ago.” We did. She no longer needed a list because anything my wife dreamed of or wanted I made sure she got it. It was the least I could do. I’d claimed her after all. My beautiful wife is full of so much life. She let me have her knowing I would never be able to let her go. She is my obsession. I am a lucky bastard because she claimed me right back.

The End