One More Time
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“Let’s,” I agreed, more than ready to spend the afternoon losing myself to him and in him. “In fact, let’s not get dressed again for the rest of the weekend. It’s not like you can knock me up again.”
Caleb grinned and increased his pace to our room—as strange as that concept still was to me. “I’m in complete agreement with that plan. I’d be happier if we could be naked all of next week, but the weekend’s fine to start with. I just have one tiny amendment.”
“What’s that?” I asked as he kicked the door to our room open all the way. There was a bed in there now, an Emperor-sized thing that he’d ordered the day I agreed I’d move in with him. I thought it was ridiculous to have such a big bed for two people. We only slept on a fraction of it, but he’d insisted.
“I would knock you up again every day of the week. I plan on doing it again and again until this bed is too small for all our kids.”
“Do you plan on carrying some of them?” I teased, but he was starting to toy with my shirt. Slowly opening the buttons like he was unwrapping a Christmas present, his eyes darkened, and his breathing grew shallow.
I still couldn’t believe that I got to him like this, that he wanted me and loved me as much as I did him. The mattress of the gigantic bed dipped when he crawled onto it on his knees, spreading my legs with his.
“I’d carry them all if I could. I just want you to be happy, Kelly. You’re the love of my life. I’ve never been this happy. I plan on doing whatever it takes to make you as happy as I am every day for the rest of my life. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby daddy and fiancé,” I whispered, meeting his eyes. There was so much love there that my breath caught for a second and I could do nothing but look at him.
I was usually the one in tears nowadays. Caleb was a rock, and I’d never seen so much as a threat of tears from him, but I could’ve sworn I saw just the tiniest glimmer of a tear welling up just before he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against mine.
“Thank you, Kelly. Thank you for making me the happiest fucking man in the world.”
The End
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One More Time
The Night is Young Series #2
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