Fighting For a Second Chance (Fighting 1)
Today isn’t just a great day because of my win—today is also my daughter’s fifth birthday. Earlier in the week we had a huge party for her. She wanted a doghouse built for her puppy and we all know whatever Bella wants, Bella gets. Sitting in the backyard in matching colors to her princess play set is a doghouse fit for a puppy princess.
It’s also Valentine’s Day, so this morning when the girls woke up I made sure to have lots of chocolates and stuffed toys for them, along with breakfast in bed. I bought Liz a charm bracelet that has the same boxing gloves as the one on her necklace. It also contains a heart charm with Bella’s birthstone. She cried her eyes out when I put in on, not that it surprised me. The woman cries over everything these days. She’s sixteen weeks pregnant and is due July eighteenth. I’ve been going to her doctor appointments with her and even got to hear the heartbeat and see the baby in an ultrasound. A-maz-ing. One thing I’ve noticed is the farther along she gets, the hornier she gets. I might just have to keep her knocked up the next few years.
“Everybody ready to party?” Bentley yells as we get off the plane in Palm Beach. Everybody gives a, “Hell yeah.” We decided there was no better way to celebrate Caleb and my win than to go to the place where Liz and I first met: Miami.
We drop Bella off with her grandparents and head south. Liz is a bit upset because Kayla is in Florida, but is refusing to join us. I’m definitely not getting into the middle of all that drama. I’m about to spend the weekend with my woman at the resort we spent together five-and-a-half years ago. Life can’t get much better than this.
Liz
We get to the resort, check in, and head right to our room. Everybody wanted to go out, but Cooper wasn’t having it, so he told them all they can go without us.
We walk into the room that looks identical to the one from five years ago and Cooper leads me straight to the bed. He takes my shirt off and reaches behind me to take my bra off, so I’m lying in the center of the bed with only shorts on. Of course, those don’t stay on for long. He removes my shorts and panties and, leaning over me, runs his eyes down my body.
“Like what you see?” I tease.
He takes his hands and rubs them over my belly. It’s not big yet, but there’s definitely a visible bump that you can see. If you didn’t know me, you might think I was just bloated, but those who know I’m pregnant can tell it’s from the baby growing in me.
“Yes, I do like what I see, very, very much.”
“And what do you see, Mr. Cooper?”
He continues to rub his hands over my belly then bends down to give it a kiss. “I see the most beautiful woman carrying and protecting our baby.”
He lifts his hands up from my belly and moves them to my breasts, gently palming them. “I see beautiful, voluptuous tits. They’re preparing to one day nurse our baby.” I squirm at his touch. Pregnancy has definitely made my body more sensitive.
He moves up to my face, putting his arms on either side of my head and kisses my eyelids. “I see the most amazing brown eyes that look at our daughter and me with such love.”
He kisses my lips softly. “I see the most kissable lips. These lips are mine.” And with that, he presses his lips back to mine, pushing his tongue through and sucking on my tongue. Our lips move together like they’re puzzle pieces that fit together just right.
Too quickly, he pulls away and moves back down my body. “Mmm… and this sweet pussy. I’m definitely looking at this.” I can feel my cheeks blush. I don’t know how, after all this time, this man can still make me blush but he does.