Glancing at the clock on the wall, I decided five minutes was plenty of time for a little preview.
Epilogue
Sienna
Flowers, candles, romance, rings, heels, and fucking... it all became a tradition for Owen and me. It was how we celebrated our official engagement, our wedding, the birth of our baby girl—although we had to wait six weeks for the fucking part—and now our first anniversary.
We were cuddled together on a bench seat in a little French bistro that was owned by one of his chef friends. We’d been seated at a table in the corner with plenty of privacy. Ours was the only one with a huge bouquet of soft pink Sophie roses as a centerpiece, and I knew Owen had gotten them for me because they were one of my favorites. All the tables had candles, but I was still going to give him credit for it since he’d definitely nailed the romantic mood.
“You can’t keep buying me rings for every occasion. I’ll never be able to wear them all.”
“Sure I can, baby. You keep wearing those heels and letting me fuck you in them when we get home”— he slid his hand down my leg and squeezed—“and I’m going to keep finding rings to slide on your finger.”
“I’m going to run out of fingers to use!”
I felt the loss of his warmth when he lifted his hand from my leg, but not for long since he dropped it onto my belly. “If this one’s a little girl, too, then we’ll have another set of fingers on a daughter who will eventually grow up and want to wear her mommy’s rings—just like Ciara will.”
My heart melted at how his voice softened when he talked about our six-month-old baby girl and the pregnancy we’d just confirmed with a test that very morning. My super sexy husband had turned into an even sexier baby daddy. I’d just about ruined my panties when he’d told me he wanted to get a full sleeve tattoo, and then swooned when he showed me a design that incorporated me and Ciara into it. He waited until I’d recovered from her delivery and then took me with him to the tattoo parlor while he had it started. The artist finished a big section of the artwork, from his shoulder to his elbow, with an intricate design in black ink.
I’d been ready to combust, sitting there and watching him have it done. We hadn’t even made it back home before Owen had pulled over onto a secluded road so we could rip each other’s clothes off and steam up the car’s windows. It hadn’t mattered how many times we’d had sex the night before—which was a lot since I’d finally gotten the doctor’s all clear that morning—we couldn’t wait the extra ten minutes before we got home.
“If you don’t stop being so damn romantic, we’re going to have a repeat from tattoo night on the way home,” I warned him.
“And that’s supposed to make me stop? Or give me an incentive to ratchet it up a few notches?” His green eyes twinkled naughtily, and he winked at me. “Because that night was hot as hell. It definitely isn’t going to dissuade me when I’d like nothing more than a repeat of it.”
“Stop,” I chided, feeling my panties grow damp. “You can’t talk like that here. You know how horny I get when I’m pregnant.”
“Fuck, yeah I do. It makes me want to keep you knocked up even more than I already planned on doing.”
“It’s a good thing I graduated a month before our wedding, or else I’d have to keep my legs shut around you, force a condom on your dick any time it came near me, or start taking birth control pills. If I didn’t already have my degree—”
“But you do, baby. I waited patiently for you to finish it before I slid that wedding band on your finger.”
“Patient?” Throaty laughter burst out of my mouth at his description. “Telling me you’d give me one month past my graduation to put together an entire wedding is the furthest thing from patient.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t toss you over my shoulder in L.A. and march us straight to the courthouse.”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “I am lucky.”
We both knew I wasn’t talking about our wedding anymore. I was talking about him, and the life we were building together.
“No, baby. I’ve been thanking my good luck since the moment I saw you sitting in my office.”
He bent low and captured my lips in a passionate kiss. When he lifted his head again, I gripped the back of it and whispered in his ear, “And we’re both going to get even luckier on the ride home tonight.”
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