by Claire Adams
I’d figure out some way to use the money to help him. It’s not like I had to figure it out when he was six and right before my honeymoon. It would still be there when we got back.
Despite living with Drew for months now, I still had trouble wrapping my mind around the fact that money just wasn’t a problem anymore. The funny thing is, we didn’t even really take advantage of it.
We weren’t going on expensive trips or jetting around the world. We liked to stay in Denver and eat at pizza parlors or diners. It was the best of both worlds—no stress and no real adjustment. It was surprisingly easy.
After reading all those stories about lotto winners having trouble, I’d been kind of afraid of what it would be like, but in the end, Drew had grown up around money, so he knew how to handle it. He helped ease me into having more money, even if it was his money.
A pair of strong arms circled my waist, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I can tell you’re thinking too hard again,” Drew whispered into my ear. He nuzzled my neck. “Give your brain a rest. For the next couple of weeks, let your body run things.”
“I only have to think hard because you don’t always think,” I joked.
My husband snickered. “Ouch. What, now that we’re married, you’re turning into a battleax?”
“Oh, I was always like this.”
“Yep. That’s for certain.”
We both laughed together.
“Are you going to be able to handle it?” he asked quietly, his face suddenly serious.
I let out another sigh. He had a point. The honeymoon would be the longest I’d ever been away from my son.
“I’m not a crying mess yet,” I said. “That’s promising at least.”
“A two-week honeymoon with no kid around,” Drew said. “Lots of benefits. I want to see if I can reach a record.”
“A record?”
“How many times can I make you cum before you fall asleep from exhaustion. I want to go for that record and improve on it each night.”
My face heated, and I licked my kips. “I’m looking forward to that. I also want to test you anyway to see what your limit is.”
Drew laughed. “We’re both going to end up having heart attacks.”
“Worse ways to die than while in the middle of sex.”
“Yep. That’s for sure.”
He let out a happy sigh.
My mind flashed to a discussion from a few weeks ago, and my hand dropped to my stomach. I was already a month pregnant. That was yet another reason why I didn’t want to wait for some big wedding. I didn’t want to walk the aisle the size of a whale.
“When should we tell Jack? I don’t want to keep it a big secret for a long time, but I’m just scared of how he’ll react. I mean he’s been Mommy’s special guy for six years now. What do we do if he’s jealous?”
Drew let go of me and shrugged. “React, I guess. He’s told me tons of times how he wants a little brother or sister. And that kid, jealous? I don’t even think he can feel jealousy. If anything, we’ll probably have to make sure that he doesn’t spend too much time taking care of his brother or sister and not enough time taking care of himself. Not that it’s a bad thing to have siblings caring for each other.”
I smiled. I’d grown up an only child, so I never could truly understand the relationship between siblings. Drew and Daniella seemed to have a great relationship. They could be honest with each other when they needed to, but they also supported each other.
The great thing about Daniella was that it felt like I had not only gained a husband in Drew, but I’d gained a sister in her. Maybe in a few years, I’d begin to understand what it meant to have a sibling.
“And what about everyone else?” I asked.
Drew grinned, “Tell ‘em after we get back. Then they’ll be confused and think it happened during the honeymoon. I’d like to keep them guessing.”
“You’re so mean. You just want to mess with people. These are friends and family, you know.”
“Why not mess with them a little? It’s fun. If you can’t mess with your friends and family, then who can you mess with?” he shrugged.
“Oh well, we’ll figure it out during the honeymoon.”
Drew gestured to a bike, his grin fading. “Are you sure you want to do this? I’ll understand if you don’t. The last thing I want to do is push you on our honeymoon.”
I’d managed to get on a bike again without wanting to throw up six months earlier. We’d been taking rides, and each time I felt a little more comfortable, my fear slowly receding, but I’d be lying if I said it was totally gone.
Our honeymoon was the final big test. We were going to hit the road on a bike. Since I was only a month pregnant, it was still easy for me to comfortably fit on a bike behind my husband. I was sure that riding together on our honeymoon would help me feel the same love for the road that Drew did. It would bind us together in another way. Children. Marriage. The road. We’d be the ultimate couple.
“You sure you don’t want to take a trip to France or some shit like that?” Drew said. “We can still do that, you know.”
I laughed. “Well, we can do that later someday. This trip will end up being a lot more interesting than France, I think. I want to see the world that you saw for years.”
“Why?”
“Because then I’ll really understand you.”
Drew nodded eagerly. “And then we can get you on a bike of your own.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Never say never.”
I laughed. “Okay, we’ll have to see what happens, but first we have a honeymoon to enjoy.”
Drew lifted my chin with a hand and gave me a light kiss. “I love you, Mrs. Stroker.”
“And I love you, Mr. Stroker.”
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