She waddles into our bedroom, and I watch her hips that have spread over the last few months sway back and forth as her ass moves with it. Whoever said waddling wasn’t sexy clearly has never seen Jillian do it. Returning with a giant tub of cocoa butter, she comes straight to me.
Dipping my fingers into it, I lift her shirt and rub it all over her swollen belly. She’s only five months along, but she’s getting big. It’s only in her stomach and her tits, not that I’m complaining. Her ass has some extra jiggle to it as well, something I find myself loving more and more. Everything else is staying about the same size though.
“Better?”
“Much.” She exhales, and lowers her shirt.
Sometimes I feel sorry for her. There is no way I could go through the shit she does with those twins. They are definitely Delucas because they just hijacked her body, and took over.
Looking at my shiny hands, I look around the kitchen and grab a towel to wipe my hands on.
“I, uh, I got you something.” My chest constricts. I’ve never gotten anything for anyone. What if she hates it?
“Me?” Her eyes widen with surprise.
Slipping my hand into my pocket I pull out the rosary beads with the cross she used as a weapon.
She gasps, holding her mouth. She hasn’t seen the best part though.
“I was looking for that.” She shakes her head. “I didn’t want to tell you I lost it though.” She smiles, her cheeks blushing.
Her fingers thread through the pink beads, and her eyes widen and a cry sounds from them. A look of utter shock shapes her face, as a slight blush spreads through her cheeks.
“Zeek… is that?” She fingers the ring, and teary eyes meet mine.
I can’t help but smirk. Grabbing her by the hips I pull her to me, and brush the hair from her face.
“I know you can’t marry me, because in doing so you’d have to give up your job. I can’t ask you to do that.” She opens her mouth to defend herself and I cup it to shut her up. “I know the department won’t let a deputy marry a felon. I looked this shit up, sweetheart, but that doesn’t mean I’m not taking your ass off the market right now.” I lower my hand from her mouth to her swollen belly. “We made a family together, and I want to not only be a father but the man you deserve. That means stepping up and crushing my fears of commitment and knowing I can do that with you it doesn’t seem so scary anymore.”
I grab the ring and untangle it from the beads that have a sentimental value to us. “I won’t be easy to love, nothing about me is soft or gentle. But with this ring, I promise to be that man, and always be here. That when the time comes, I will marry you traditionally in some big ass church. In the meantime, I’m going to piss you off and spoil you every day. I’m going to build you a big house so we can fill it with the kids we’re going to make.” I tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her hair. “I’m going to make love to you, and fuck you as much as I possibly can and I promise to never hold back.” My eyes focus on hers, her mouth parted as she takes me in. “I promise to give you everything I am, Rookie.” Releasing her hair I lower my head to hers, and kiss her forehead.
My shoulders feel lighter expelling all my feelings for her. I only recited the shit ten times to Felix and the guys. They only laughed in my face a few times. I can’t wait for them to go through this shit. “Will you let me do those things? Will you let me take care of you?”
Slowly she leans her head back and pins me with watery eyes. My heart beats with every second that she doesn’t respond, nervous she’s going to laugh at my weak proposal. Shit, I should have waited until I could actually marry her.
“Yes. Yes, I want all of that. I want you,” she whispers, and I exhale the breath I was holding. “You get me, you get everything about me and I love you so much I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.” A single tear slips from the corner of her eye, and I can’t help but soak it up with the pad of my thumb.
“We’ll have a ceremony wherever you want, and you can get dressed up. Just like a real wedding but without the legal crap. I wish I could do more, but…”
“No, this is perfect.” She slides the three carat, princess cut ring onto her finger. It fits, thank God. I had to put one of my skull rings on her finger in the middle of the night and try and describe to the jeweler where her finger came to within mine. I’ve planned heists that weren’t that complicated.
“I love it.”
I smile like a fucking fool.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah!” She nods her head eagerly. “And the rosary,” she laughs, threading them through her fingers.
“I thought with the story behind them, it would be…I don’t know, sweet or something.” I shrug. “I thought about proposing at a restaurant or something fancy, but this is where we became us…where all our secrets started, so I thought it would be perfect.”
She cups my cheek, her ring sparkling. “It was perfect.” That’s a damn relief.
Stepping up behind her I dig my fingers into her hips. “God, I fucking love you. How can someone like me, get so lucky to have someone like you?”