“None of them have anything on you.” I trailed my fingertips along the neckline of her dress, over the swell of her tits. She looked down at my hand, and her breath caught. The sound reminded me of the moment right before she came, and my cock flexed against the zipper of my tuxedo pants. “You don’t need the hair, make-up, or designer dress to stand out. You’re already more beautiful than everyone else here.”
Her gaze darted out the window again. “Right. Sure, I am.”
The hint of sarcasm was impossible to miss and so unlike my sweet Hazel. It was difficult for me to wrap my head around the idea of my wife not knowing with every fiber of her being exactly how beautiful she was. The only thing I could figure was that maybe it was a pregnancy hormone thing, but I sure as fuck wasn’t going to say that to her.
After a quick glance out the window to gauge how much time we had left before it was our turn to exit the limo, I slid off the seat and dropped to my knees in front of her. Taking her hands in mine, I squeezed them until she looked down at me. Keeping my eyes locked on her green orbs, I rumbled, “When I first spotted you at your parents’ fruit stand, you were the prettiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. And you’ve only gotten more beautiful since then.”
“Jamie,” she sighed, shaking her head. “I just don’t see how you can really think that. I’ve already gained fifteen pounds, and I’m not even halfway through my pregnancy. By the time I have our baby, I’m going to be as big as a…a…a hot air balloon!”
Her sputtering response and wide eyes were so fucking adorable—and more like the girl I’d fallen in love with—that I had to force my lips from curving up in a grin that I was certain she wouldn’t appreciate in this moment. Lowering my head, I brought her left hand to her belly and placed it over the swell where our baby was growing. “Knowing that I popped your cherry and filled your womb with my baby is sexy as fuck. To me, every pound you gain is just more proof of how much you belong to me.”
Her cheeks filled with a hint of pink as she rolled her eyes. “I guess it’s a good thing you’re looking at my baby weight that way because there’s going to be lots and lots of proof for you to be proud of in the coming months.”
I pressed a gentle kiss to her belly and wagged my brows. “You’re not going to hear me complain. There’ll just be more of you for me to love, and I fucking love the idea of that.”
She shook her head and laughed lightly. “You’re more than a little bit crazy. You know that, right?”
“Crazy for you, yeah,” I agreed with a grin, immensely pleased to see her in a better mood.
My head jerked up when the driver called out, “Get ready, you’re next up.”
I nudged Hazel over and sat next to the door, so I’d be the first one out. Even though Bianca was in the front seat with the driver and would beat me to the curb, there was no way in hell anyone but me was going to help my wife out of the car.
After the limo rolled to a stop and one of the attendants opened the door, I climbed out and turned to offer my hand to Hazel. Her fingers trembled as she slid her palm against mine. I caught a glimpse of nerves in her gorgeous green eyes before she closed them and took a deep breath. When she stepped out and her feet hit the ground, it was as though all the ease I’d teased out of her disappeared. I didn’t understand why it happened; all I knew was that I fucking hated to see her like this.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I led Hazel down the carpet towards the steps and ignored any requests for us to pause for photos. She moved stiffly next to me, but that didn’t stop most of the men from eating her figure up with their eyes when we entered the museum. She looked fucking gorgeous, but I hated how her dress emphasized the lusciousness of her tits and then flowed down in such a way that her baby bump wasn’t visible. It made me want to beat my chest and roar out that she was mine. Since it was the wrong time and place for an over-the-top display, I appeased the beast inside me by tightening my hold on my wife as I guided her towards the table where Justice, Blair, Thatcher, and Imogene were already seated.