“There shouldn’t be any secrets between us, cherry,” I told her firmly.
“Agreed.” She smiled and tilted her face back, asking for a kiss which I happily obliged. When we parted, Aubrey placed her hands over her tummy and looked at me incredulously. “I can’t believe I’m pregnant”—she shook her head, her expression turning exasperated—“but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised since somehow, we both forgot about condoms.”
I grinned. “How was I supposed to accomplish my mission to get you pregnant if I wore condoms?”
Aubrey stiffened, and I realized what I’d just divulged with my thoughtless comment. Shit.
“You were intentionally ignoring condoms?”
I considered backpedaling but decided to be honest because I wasn’t sorry for my actions. “I want you tied to me in every way, cherry. Since I knew it would take a little more convincing to get you to marry me, and I knew we both wanted a baby, I decided to take advantage of any tool in my arsenal. Including putting my kid in you.”
Her jaw dropped, and her eyes narrowed, undoubtedly indignant at my high-handed actions. Then her mood quickly shifted to reproving. “I thought you said no more secrets.”
“Starting now,” I said cheekily.
Aubrey huffed, still piqued but when I caressed her face and brushed a soft kiss on her lips, she melted.
“Back to my earlier question,” I said as my hand slid down to rest at the center of her collarbone before drawing one finger through the valley between her breasts. “Do you need convincing to marry me?”
Aubrey bit her lip and her eyes darted away before they met mine again, filled with hesitation. My lips fell into a frown at her reaction. I hadn’t considered that she might say no. Fuck that. I hadn’t even asked. We were getting married and that was final.
“Why do you want to marry me, Nash?” she questioned softly. I raised my brows, surprised that she would ask me that. Wasn’t it obvious? “Besides the baby, I mean,” she clarified.
“Because I’m in love with you, cherry.” I didn’t understand how she could question my feelings for her, but her honey-colored eyes began to swirl with what looked like hope, and it hit me. I hadn’t told her. Fuck. I’d thought it millions of times, yet I couldn’t remember ever saying it out loud.
I cupped her cheeks in my palms and looked her straight in the eye. “I’m so fucking in love with you that I can barely see straight when I’m with you. I want to spend every minute of the rest of our lives together, Aubrey.”
Tears spilled from her eyes and I tenderly wiped them away with my thumbs. She took a deep breath and beamed at me, laying her hands over mine. “I love you too, Dr. Mason.”
I growled playfully before giving her a quick, hard kiss. “What have I said about calling me that, baby?”
“Maybe you should remind me”—her beautiful smile turned sly—“and I just might need a little more convincing to marry you, Dr. Mason.”
“Oh, cherry,” I cautioned. “Have you forgotten about the last time you tortured me? Turnabout is fair play.”
Epilogue
Nash
“Sit your sweet little ass down, cherry,” I commanded sternly. Aubrey threw me a petulant glance but plopped back down onto the couch. “What do you need?”
“I want to take a walk so your boys will stop being so damn stubborn and decide to grace the world with their presence,” she pouted.
That’s right. Boys. I couldn’t help feeling a little arrogant that my boys had done their job so well. Apparently, my wife was right. I was an overachiever.
She was thirty-seven weeks pregnant and beyond ready for these babies to, as she put it, “give me back my uterus!” Because of her slim stature and the size of the twins, they were delivering them by C-section two weeks before their due date. However, she’d passed the point where it would be unsafe to give birth and she was determined to speed up the process.
I sat down on the other end of the couch and lifted her swollen feet into my lap, then began to rub them gently. “Last time you went for a walk, you made the swelling in your feet worse and by the time I convinced you to come home, you were running to the bathroom to throw up again.”
She groaned as she shifted so she was lying across the couch and dropped her head back onto the arm. “I’m never doing this again,” she claimed—for the thousandth time. Knowing how badly she wanted a large family, I almost laughed, but I was smart enough to know it would land me in trouble. She’d either get mad or start crying. I hated when she cried and lately, it happened at the drop of a hat. Literally. She’d dropped her baseball cap on the floor while heading to the garage. When she couldn’t bend over to pick it up, she sobbed in my arms for over an hour. I hoped the memories of my heart breaking would fade before we got pregnant again, sort of like how women forget the pain of childbirth enough to do it again at some point.
“If you won’t let me take a walk, you’re going to have to step up and do your duty as the one who put me in this state, Dr. Mason,” she snapped. I raised an eyebrow, not one to assume, but pretty sure what she meant. “I expect you to take me into the bedroom and fuck me until I go into labor,” she decreed. Then I hit a sensitive spot on her foot and she melted back into the cushions. “After you’re done rubbing my feet.”
It didn’t matter how long we were together, it still turned me the fuck on when she called me Dr. Mason (it made things a little uncomfortable in front of patients from time to time though). And, I had no problem with her plan, but as I suspected, she was asleep within minutes. It had been hard to come by for her lately, so I didn’t want to disturb her. I watched her sleep, admiring how beautiful my wife was. I loved seeing her pregnant, knowing we created the little lives inside her. I couldn’t wait to meet them.
And, I couldn’t wait to make more.
Aubrey
“Nash,” I growled in warning, “if you don’t put on a freaking condom, you won’t be getting that big cock anywhere near my pussy.”
He grinned as he crawled over my naked body. “Is that a challenge, cherry?”
“No!” I shouted. I could hear the hysterical edge to my voice. We both knew he had the power to put me in a haze of lust that made me forget everything and pretty much let him do whatever he wanted.
“Shhhh. You don’t want to wake up the boys.”
I clamped my lips together. The twins had just started sleeping through the night and Nash had been taking full advantage of the time. He seemed determined to fuck me every night. Eventually, when he kept finding a way to avoid using a condom, I caught on to his scheme. The caveman was trying to get me pregnant again!
I’d accused him of having a secret plan again and he’d replied calmly, “No secret, baby. I’ll freely admit to trying to knock you up again.” I’d gasped in outrage, but it hadn’t lasted long because he’d kissed me…and then made me forget everything again. Including the fucking condom.
Nash
“Dr. Mason,” a nurse called my name as she rushed into the scrub room where I was cleaning up after having delivered a baby.
“What’s up, Kendra?”