Divided Interests
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Paige stopped taking her birth control pills right after the wedding. We thought for sure we’d end up pregnant sooner rather than later. We certainly tried hard enough, and right when we resolved to stop pushing it, Paige got pregnant. By the time Zoey was born, a year and two months after our wedding, the flower shop had opened and was thriving. The house remodel had been finished, my office had been set up, with a nursery right off of it, with a door for me to walk straight through in case Zoey needed me. I’d started my own consulting firm, which allowed me to take on a very few clients. I spent most of my time helping my dad run the ranch and working a few constructions projects. Yeah, safe to say that we were very busy.
Paige had decided that we needed a small nursery in the back of the flower shop, as well, for the days she really wanted to have Zoey with her.
Zoey pulled at my hand as she tried her best to get to her momma. She squealed in delight, and Paige looked our way. A brilliant smile erupted on her face when she saw me and our almost two-year-old daughter heading toward her. She turned to the woman, said something, then set the basket down and held her arms open for Zoey. She ran right into them.
“Be careful, Zoey, don’t knock mommy over,” I warned. Paige gave me a smile and scooped our little girl up in her arms.
“Hello, my darling girl. Did you have fun today?”
Zoey laughed and squirmed to get out of Paige’s arms. I took her from Paige and then kissed my wife softly.
“We missed you today.”
Paige looked at me and laughed. “You say that every day.”
“That’s because we do, don’t we, squirt?”
Zoey nodded. “Yes! Miss you, Mommy! And baby bwother.”
My eyes glanced at the round, eight-month pregnant belly of my stunningly beautiful wife.
“How is my boy today?” I asked, running my hand over her stomach and feeling a swift kick.
With a raised brow, Paige replied, “Does that answer your question? He didn’t get the memo that Mom doesn’t like the idea of him playing soccer with my insides.”
I laughed and set Zoey down. She ran into the shop, calling out to Lauren, a young woman Paige had hired. She’d worked for Paige in Austin and was only a couple years younger than us and had been looking for a change and to get out of the city. Paige offered her the position of manager of the flower shop, and she had taken it without a second thought. Everyone had fallen in love with her from the get go. Including my daughter, but especially Milo, who had been smitten with her from the first time he met her. After a couple of months of friendship, then a few more months of dating, Milo and Lauren were engaged and planning a wedding for June.
“Would you mind setting that basket over there?” Paige asked, pointing.
“You about ready to head home?” I asked, walking up to her and placing my finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to me. “The doctor told you to take it easy, you know. You’re on your feet too much.”
Paige sighed. “I’m so bored when Zoey is in preschool and I’m not working. I’d lose my mind if I had to just sit at home all day.”
“Fair enough, but I want you to be sitting more. This son of ours is giving you a run for your money with this pregnancy.”
She huffed. “That’s putting it mildly.”
We walked into the flower shop and saw Zoey sitting on a small chair, watching as Lauren put together a flower arrangement. Lauren would point to a flower, and Zoey would call out the name, then clap at herself for getting it right. She was a lover of flowers, just like her mommy.
Paige and I walked through the store and into her office. I called back to Lauren, “Yell if she gets to be too much.”
“Too much, ha! Please!” Lauren replied.
Paige leaned against her desk and gave me that smile. The one that said she was wanting something. Needing something.
“You have a naughty look in your eye, sweetheart,” I said, walking up to her.
The corners of her mouth twitched as she attempted to hold back a smile. “I called your mom earlier. Told her I needed a night off. She offered to take Zoey for the night.”
My brows raised. “What did you have in mind?”
“First, I thought maybe you could make me some of your amazing chicken salad. The kind on the walnut and cranberry bread. I bought some earlier.”
“Consider it done.”
“Then, I thought maybe we could have popcorn drizzled with caramel sauce and peanut butter while we watch a movie.”
I snarled. “I’ll make a batch for you and a batch for me, minus the sauces.” I made a fake gagging motion and Paige grinned.
“Then, I thought maybe you could work magic with that mouth of yours.”
That got my attention even more. “Someone needs to orgasm?” I asked as I leaned in and kissed her neck.
“More than you know. The moment I saw you just now it took everything I had not to jump on you and ask you to…” she lowered her voice, “fuck me in the back cooler.”
“We’ve done that before. We could do it again. We wouldn’t even get sweaty.”
She laughed. “I’d rather have you at home. Does that sound like a plan?”
We heard the bell ring on the door and Zoey cried out. “Grammy!”
“That sounds like an amazing plan,” I said. “Grab your stuff, I’ll take you home.”
Paige let out a sigh as if all was suddenly right in her world.
We walked out into the main flower shop and watched as my father carried Zoey around like she was an airplane.
“Grandpa Phillip is coming over for dinner tonight,” my mother said, turning and grinning when she saw me and Paige. Her eyes went down to Paige’s stomach, and she made an O shape with her mouth.
“Sweetheart, that boy is growing by leaps and bounds.”
Paige rested her hand on her stomach. “Tell me about it.”
After saying goodbye to Lauren, we all headed out to our vehicles. Paige must have kissed Zoey goodbye ten times.
“She’s going to Mom and Dad’s for the night, Paige. Let her go,” I finally said, taking her hand and pulling her to the truck.
“Bye, baby girl! Be good for Grammy and Grandpa!”
Zoey lifted her hand but didn’t look back at us. “Bye!”
Paige gasped. “Did you see that? She didn’t even look back at us!”
“Probably because she knows she is about to be treated like a princess. Let’s go. I need to feed you, then give you sexual favors.”
Three hours later, Paige and I lay in our bed, Paige satisfied with not only one, but three orgasms, and me exhausted from showering her with attention and trying to have sex in the latest position: on our sides. My ass had never cramped so hard in my life. It was still sore laying there as I wondered how in the hell one got a Charlie horse in their ass cheek.
I watched as Will did a tumble in Paige’s stomach. Something that looked like his heel made a trail from one side, to the other. Paige smiled as she touched her stomach with one hand and shoveled her nasty concoction of popcorn in the other.
“I’ve been thinking,” she said out of the blue.
“About?”
“Future little Fosters.”
I laughed. “What about them?”
Paige looked at me, another handful of popcorn headed for her mouth. She looked so beautiful, lying there, completely naked, my baby in her swollen stomach. If she had told me she wanted eight more kids immediately, I would have said yes. Paige was even sexier pregnant. I had walked around with a hard-on during both pregnancies. Both of which had made Paige as horny as all get out. Especially the last three months of each pregnancy.
“I think I want to stop after Will.”
Sitting up, I set my popcorn to the side. “Really? You want to stop at two?”
She nodded. “Are you okay with that? We have the magical pairing. A boy and a girl.”
“I’m happy as long as you’re happy. A family of four sounds nice.”
With a smile
, she nodded. “I think so, too. And they’re close enough in age that it will be fun watching them grow up together.”
“It will make vacations easier. You chase one, I chase the other. Besides, I heard that when the kids outnumber the parents, life gets messy.”
She laughed. “Totally.”
“I have something for you,” I said, leaning over and pulling out an old wooden box.
“What’s this?” she asked, attempting to sit up more in bed. I reached over and helped her, then slid a pillow behind her back.
“I was up in the attic a few days ago, looking through stuff, and found this.”
Paige gave the box and then me an inquisitive look. Even after three years, we still hadn’t looked through everything in the attic. Of course, once Paige got too big with Zoey, we stopped going up there, and then life just got busier. We’d taken all the jewelry out of Gram’s travel wardrobe. Some we had sold; some we kept for Zoey for when she got older.
“I miss going up there,” Paige said, running her finger along the F that was engraved on the box. “Have you checked what’s in here?”
I nodded. Excitement bubbled, and it was everything I could do to not act like Zoey and jump around the bed and beg Paige to open the box.
“What’s in it?” she asked.
“Open it and see.”
With a smile that reminded me of Paige when she was a little girl, she opened the box. She frowned and pulled out the neatly folded letter. Her eyes swept over the paper and her mouth dropped open in utter shock.
When she looked up at me, she asked, “Is this for real?”
I nodded. “Yes. I had Lou look into it, and he got back with me today. It’s legally ours.”
Paige covered her mouth and stared at the paper. She slowly shook her head and faced me again. “He gifted May…a castle?”
I laughed, and in my best Scottish accent, I replied, “Ay, it looks like we own a wee castle in Scotland, m’lady.”
Paige sat speechless.
“A castle? Is it in ruin?”
“Only way to find out is to take a trip to Scotland, when you and the wee lad are up for traveling.”
Her eyes lit up like Christmas morning as she said, “I’m now the happiest woman on Earth!”
I lifted a brow. “Even though my office is blue…after I begged you to let me paint over the pink?”
She threw her arms around me and laughed. “It was peach!”
The End.
Kelly Elliott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling contemporary romance author. Since finishing her bestselling Wanted series, Kelly continues to spread her wings while remaining true to her roots and giving readers stories rich with hot protective men, strong women and beautiful surroundings.
Her bestselling works include, Wanted, Broken, The Playbook, and Lost Love, to name a few.
Kelly lives in central Texas with her husband, daughter, two pups, four cats, and endless wildlife creatures. When she’s not writing, Kelly enjoys reading and spending time with her family.
To find out more about Kelly and her books, you can find her through her website.
www.kellyelliottauthor.com
Other Books by Kelly Elliott
Boggy Creek Valley Series
Coming summer 2020
Stand Alones
The Journey Home
Who We Were*
The Playbook*
Made for You*
*Available on audiobook
Meet Me in Montana Series
Never Enough
Always Enough April 7, 2020
Southern Bride Series
Love at First Sight
Delicate Promises
Divided Interests
Lucky in Love June 9, 2020
Cowboys and Angels Series
Lost Love
Love Profound
Tempting Love
Love Again
Blind Love
This Love
Reckless Love
*Series available on audiobook
Boston Love Series
Searching for Harmony
Fighting for Love
*Series available on audiobook
Austin Singles Series
Seduce Me
Entice Me
Adore Me
*Series available on audiobook
Wanted Series
Wanted*
Saved*
Faithful*
Believe
Cherished*
A Forever Love*
The Wanted Short Stories
All They Wanted
*Available on audiobook
Love Wanted in Texas Series
Spin-off series to the WANTED Series
Without You
Saving You
Holding You
Finding You
Chasing You
Loving You
Entire series available on audiobook
*Please note Loving You combines the last book of the Broken and Love Wanted in Texas series.
Broken Series
Broken*
Broken Dreams*
Broken Promises*
Broken Love
*Available on audiobook
The Journey of Love Series
Unconditional Love
Undeniable Love
Unforgettable Love
*Entire series available on audiobook
With Me Series
Stay With Me
Only With Me
*Series on audiobook
Speed Series
Ignite
Adrenaline
COLLABORATIONS
Predestined Hearts (co-written with Kristin Mayer)
Play Me (co-written with Kristin Mayer)*
Dangerous Temptations (co-written with Kristin Mayer)
*Available on audiobook
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