I pull my mouth from his. “Get the cake and we’re out of here.” He laughs against my mouth before standing up and putting me in his chair.
“My girls want cake. I’ll get them cake.” I rest my hand on my stomach as I watch my husband get us our cake. Our little girl gives me a kick, missing her daddy. I don’t blame her. I don’t care much for when he gets too far away either.
“He’s getting us cake,” I tell her, pretty sure it’s her that wants it. Well, that’s what I’m going with at least. He’s back a few minutes later with a bag in hand. He holds his other out for me to take. I wince when I come to my feet. In a blink of an eye I’m off my feet and into Abel’s arms.
“Abel.” I sigh, wrapping my arms around his neck before dropping my head to his chest. It would be pointless to tell him I can walk. He’s still not going to put me down.
“I’m taking my wife home where I’m going to draw her a bath and massage her feet while she eats cake.”
I stare up at my husband as he moves through the ballroom toward the exit. “Then what?” I lick my lips.
“Then I’ll put you to bed and I’ll get a sweet treat of my own.” I kiss his neck. This husband of mine knows how to make a girl’s dreams come true. I know without a doubt with Abel as my husband I’ll always have my happily ever after. He wouldn’t let it be any other way.
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