Shelby had, indeed, loved the kilt, her hand delving under the plaid, constantly teasing my bare skin as soon as we were in the limo. The only saving grace was we had stopped to pick up Douglas and Caroline, sharing the limo, and she behaved once they joined us. I was grateful for that; my sporran was large and, if she had kept up her teasing, would have stuck out at a frightening angle, given the ginormous erection I was sporting. I pressed my lips to her ear, nipping the lobe and grinning as I promised her that we’d be alone for the return journey and both OJ and I would happily be at her mercy.
“I’ll have the driver take the long way home and put up the privacy screen,” I assured her. You can sit on my lap, and I’ll let you touch my sporran as much as you want.”
I loved the way her eyes lit up.We stopped only once on the way out to the waiting car. The reporter who had interviewed us months earlier caught my eye, waving us over, and we stopped to chat with him. Tony was full of well-wishes on our marriage and upcoming birth, which we happily accepted. We talked briefly, and I made sure to do some shameless plugging for The Highlands. Just as we were turning to leave, he grinned at Shelby.
“Still an OJ fan, Shelby?” he asked. “I remember you were pretty big on it.”
She grinned at him as my hand tightened on hers in shared amusement. “Absolutely. I have as much OJ as possible these days.”
I nodded. “I keep her pretty full of OJ, Tony. Her cravings are endless. In fact, she’ll have some in the limo.”
Shelby giggled, and I chuckled as I wrapped my arm around her, nuzzling her head and ignoring the flashes happening around us. With her beside me, laughing, nothing else mattered.
He shared our amusement, not understanding the joke, which only made it funnier to Shelby. “You two are cute, even with your orange juice fetish,” he acknowledged as he shook my hand. “Perfect for each other, I’d say.”
Walking away, I kissed her head. “He’s right,” I murmured as I helped her into the car. “We are perfect for each other.”
She beamed at me, her happiness radiating from her lovely eyes. “We are.”
I had to kiss her again.
And I didn’t stop all the way home.Holding my newborn son in my arms was one of the most profound moments of my life. Watching Shelby work to bring him into this world was unbelievable. I was astounded at her strength. Throughout her entire pregnancy, she had been the calm one, always brave, never panicking, often laughing when I ran to my lists to check on things. But seeing her today made me realize she was truly amazing.
“One last push,” Dr. Emily said.
Shelby panted heavily, her cheeks red, sweat dripping down her face. “I can’t,” she pleaded. “I need a rest.”
I pressed the damp cloth to her head and leaned close to her ear. “One more, my darling girl. I want to meet our son, and you’re the only one who can give me that.” I pressed a kiss to her skin. “For me, Shelby.” I gripped her hands. “With me, now.”
She bore down, an inhuman cry bursting past her lips. For a moment, there was silence, then I heard the most beautiful sound in the world.
A long wail.
“He’s here. You did it, Shelby.” I kissed her—hundreds of tiny kisses rained all over her face and shoulders. My hand shook as Dr. Emily let me cut the cord and, finally, laid our son in my arms.
I gazed at his small face. Red and wrinkled, he was perfect. He frowned as he shoved his fist into his mouth, already seeking food. I smiled through my tears.
“That’s my boy.”
Gently, I laid our son on her chest. “Someone has been waiting to meet you, my lad,” I whispered as I nuzzled both their cheeks, one so small and soft and the other warm and damp with joyful tears. Shelby’s blue eyes shimmered with emotion as she looked at our son.
My own eyes grew damp again as I looked at them. My family. Blinking, I smiled at Shelby and our son. “Does he still look like an Adam to you?” I asked. We had both liked the name.
“Yes.” She stroked his downy skin as he snuggled into her warmth. “Adam Everett Wright.”
I nodded, bending low to kiss them both again.
My wife and my son.
My world.I shifted anxiously in the meeting. I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be with Shelby and Adam at his three-month checkup, but the appointment had been moved up, and I couldn’t get out of this meeting. My mum was with her, but I liked to go to all the appointments with them. The fact that Shelby had been a little under the weather the last couple of weeks made me want to be there as well. She promised to make sure the doctor would check her out while she was there. She seemed more tired than usual, even with Mum there to help look after Adam, and I was worried, even though Shelby assured me it was normal for new mothers to be tired.