Honeymoon from Hell IV (Honeymoon from Hell 4)

Elizabeth moaned softly as she began to kiss her way down his neck, making him lick his lips as pumped inside her. She felt so damn good. He could happily live the rest of his life inside her.

“I’m hungry,” she said as she teased his neck.

“I’ll go see what Mrs. Brown has cooked today,” he said, not mentioning that he planned on helping himself to it since they both knew what he was doing, but he felt it was important not to tell her too much since there was always a chance that Mrs. Brown would catch him. He just couldn’t bring his wife down with him, especially now that she was pregnant again, he thought with a smile.

Another baby…

He hoped this one was a girl with Elizabeth’s beautiful eyes and generous heart. Then again, he’d probably wind up in jail in a few years after he killed every man that dared to look at her for too long. He already knew that she was going to be his soft spot and he couldn’t be happier. He’d buy her pretty dresses, dolls and have tea with her every day, making sure that she knew from the start that she deserved to be treated like a queen so that she wouldn’t settle for some fucking loser that he would be forced to kill.

Then again, if he sent her to a convent…

“Do you think she made bread and honey butter?” she asked, making him laugh, because the cravings were already starting.

“I tell you what, if she hasn’t then I’ll sneak up to our room, get dressed and go into town to get some for you. How does that sound?”

“Would you be willing to get me some stew from O’Malley’s to go along with it?” his greedy little wife asked against his neck as she shifted her hips to pull him in further.

“If that’s what you-” he started to say when all his plans for the future were shattered.

“Robert Bradford, you and I need to have a talk,” Mrs. Brown said, earning terrified squeak from his minx as she shoved him off, grabbed a blanket and dove behind a pile of hay.

“And you as well, young lady,” she said firmly, letting him know that they were both in serious shit.

“It wasn’t Elizabeth’s fault. I-” he started to explain only to once again get cut off by the woman who seemed hell-bent on driving him crazy.

“You need to have a talk with your sons,” she said, not sounding particularly happy about it. Not that she ever sound happy, he reminded himself as he grabbed the remaining blanket and wrapped it around his hips.

“What did they do?” he asked with a heavy sigh, wondering if he was going to have to apologize to someone or fix something.

God, he really hoped not, because he needed to get back inside Elizabeth soon or he was afraid that he would die tragically.

“Look down,” Mrs. Brown practically snarled, piquing his curiosity.

Holding the blanket in place, he walked closer to the and looked-

“Oh, hell,” he said when he saw them, his sons grinning up proudly at him while Mrs. Brown, who was covered in what looked like the paint he’d left in the basement, glared murderously at him.

“I suggest that you have a word with

your sons,” she said tightly as she released the boys’ hands and walked away, but not before she added, “And I know you’re pregnant, young lady, so I expect you in your bed within the hour to rest.”

It didn’t surprise him when Elizabeth didn’t respond since she was probably trying to convince herself that Mrs. Brown hadn’t just walked in on them with their boys no less.

“What do you have to say for yourself, boys?” he asked, trying to suppress a grin when the boys shot him a mischievous smile.

“We love you, daddy?” they said in unison, making him chuckle even as he shook his head and sighed.

Yeah, he definitely wanted a girl this time.

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Present Day…

“And there you have it,” Uncle Jared finished with flourish as he sat back in chair, looking quite pleased with himself, she noted, biting back a sigh that would only make him start all over again.

Darrin nodded firmly as he said, “We’ll wait,” earning a glare from her, because there was no way that she was going to wait to go on their honeymoon, not with three babies on the way. After they were born, it would be years before they got a chance to go. As excited as she was about the babies, and oh God, was she excited, she also wanted to have a little alone time with her husband before their lives were filled with dirty diapers and mixing up formula.

Uncle Jared nodded, smiling as he stood up, “Glad to hear it.”

“Thanks for coming by,” Darrin said, getting to his feet so that he could walk his Uncle out while she sat there, glaring at his back.

She continued to glare even when they disappeared around the corner. If he really though that she was going to let Uncle Jared scare them off from doing something that they’d been looking forward to over more Bradford bullshit. They were going and that was-

“We leave for Boston in two days. Have your beautiful ass ready,” Darrin said as he strolled by the living room and headed for the kitchen where a big plate of brownies was waiting for him, making her smile.

She should have known that he’d handle Uncle Jared, she thought with a chuckle as she grabbed the remote and turned the television on. She settled back and-

“That fucking bastard ate my brownies!”

Coming in October 2015

Danny and Jodi’s Honeymoon…