Swearing to Love You

“Was that juicy enough for you?” I ask her.

“You tell me,” she says eyeing my hard cock that is peeking out of my waistband. Leaking precum.

“I’d say so, wife,” I say, swallowing thickly.

“This was so hot, husband,” she says, leaning forward. Her tongue darts out and swipes the beads of moisture from the head of my cock.

“It’s all you, baby. All you.”

“And Jemma,” she says, chuckling. I laugh with her but then I stand and pick her from the couch and carry her to our bed.

“Yes, can’t forget about Jemma,” I say, depositing her on the bed. She sits up and takes off the t-shirt while I shed my pants. I was already shirtless. She licks her lips while I slowly stroke my hand up and down my cock several times before joining her on the bed between her open thighs. I lean down and kiss her, trailing it down her neck. Grabbing my cock, I run it through her wetness before sliding inside of her. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I grip her hips while I slam in and out her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cries out while I drill into her.

“You’ve made me so happy,” I groan.

“Me too. Don’t stop,” she says.

As if I could.

Later in the night, she sighs. “Is everything okay,” I ask.

“Better than okay. I talked it out with Lanie today. I made some decisions when it comes to what I want to do with the rest of my life,” she says leaning up on her elbows and looking down at me.

“And what’s that?” I ask genuinely wanting to know. If she wants to go to Harvard, we’re moving to Boston. I’ll do anything to make her happy. Whatever it takes.

“I was hesitant about wanting to be a wife and mother, but that’s what I want. I will also continue to work with El and Erik, if that’s okay with you?” she asks hesitantly. I hope I haven’t given her the impression she needs to ask my permission to do anything.

“Why wouldn’t it be, baby. I just want you to be happy. If that’s what you want, then it’s what I want too,” I say honestly.

“You are the best,” she says kissing me.

Fuck, how the hell did I get so lucky?

Epilogue

Maddy

Two Years Later

I have no idea why I find it so funny to watch Leif lose his shit every time I go into labor, but it is. When I gave birth to Bo, our oldest son, he started yelling at the nurses telling them to get towels and sanitizer. I was laughing so hard I almost laughed the baby out. Sanitizer and towels? I’m surprised he didn’t tell them to go boil water. Crazy man.

In labor ten hours with our second and he still hasn’t gotten a handle on it. The doctor came in to check and see if I was ready and he practically accused the woman of sipping mimosas while I was dying. Apparently, his panic knows no bounds. Time to reel him in before he makes them recite the Hippocratic oath or something.

“Leif. I need you. I’m scared.” Of course, I am not really scared, but I know if he thinks I am scared or uncomfortable in any way, he will snap out of it and become the man I know. Calm, strong and right beside me.

“Fuck baby. I’m sorry. Of course, you’re scared. I’m right here. I won’t let anything happen to you. I love you so much baby. You can do this. Let’s bring our little girl into the world.” See, told you.

A million pushes and who knows how many minutes or hours later, we welcome Alva Marie Larson into the world.

“Oh Maddy. She is so beautiful. Look at what we did.” He says to me kissing my head and crying as much as I am. There is nothing sexier than a man who is manly as shit but can still let his emotions run free in front of his wife.

“I know. Oh my gosh. Welcome to the world little Alva. We’re your mom and dad.” I kiss her as the nurses clean her up on my chest. We just stare and hold her for a while, basking in the quiet and solitude before everyone descends upon us to see the baby and bring Bo to meet his baby sister.

If you would have told me when I was sixteen that this would be my life, I would have laughed at you and called you ridiculous. I thought I knew what I wanted. Until I met Leif. Then my life became clear.

“Thank you, Leif. For choosing me. For loving me. For giving me…all this.” I tell him gesturing toward the little bundle.

“Oh, baby you got that wrong. There was no choice. We were placed at the exact right place, at the exact moment we needed to be so we could find each other. It was destiny baby. I love you.”