"But I love you?" he amended.
"She. Won't. Get. Out." I said, punctuating each word. "Don't you understand? I'm like a walking, talking bowling ball. Why doesn't she want to
be born Declan? Why? Do you think she doesn't like me already?"
The last question brought him to his feet and he immediately came to my side, dropping to his knees in front of me as I moped in my favorite
armchair.
"Leah, you are only a week overdue. The doctor said it's completely normal for a woman in their first pregnancy to go this long. I know the
logical nursing side of you knows this. I know it's frustrating, but please, babe, don't think this is some sort of weird cosmic sign that our
child doesn't love you. When she is born, she's going to love you. You know why?"
I shook my head, wiping a tear from my eye. Stupid hormones.
His brilliant, blue and green eyes sparkled and warmed. "Because I love you. She's half of me, isn't she? I can't imagine her not loving you as
much as I do."
"Oh," I answered, melting into his beautiful green blue eyes. I wiped another tear from my eye. "But we seriously need to figure out a way to
get me into labor." I said, taking his large warm hand into mine. I smiled when my skin hit the cool metal of his wedding ring, and I
remembered the day I'd placed it there. It had also been the day I'd told him the news about this new life growing inside me.
His eyes had shimmered with unshed tears as he'd read the letter I'd written for him, a wedding gift I'd specifically told his best man, Logan,
to give him right before I walked down the aisle. As our eyes had locked, and I saw the realization in his eyes, I'd never seen him so happy.
"I'm going to be a?" he'd asked, and I'd answered "Yes," before he even got a chance to finish.
That night, as he carried me over the threshold of our honeymoon suite, and carefully laid me down on the large bed, he'd looked down at me
like I was his most precious possession on the planet.
"You're caring my child," he said.
"Yes," I answered.
You're pregnant," he whispered in wonder.
I smiled, loving the sound of pure joy in his tone. "Yes."
"And you're my wife. Mrs. Leah James. Damn, I'm one lucky son of a bitch."
I laughed. There was the man I knew.
"You look very beautiful in this dress," he said, his voice changing from light and casual to something deeper. My body recognized the shift
instantly and everything inside me suddenly clenched in anticipation.
"Yes," he continued, "Very nice indeed. But I think it's time for it to go...on the floor."
He slipped out of his suit jacket, turning to drape it on the back of the wingback chair next to the bed and undid the cuffs to his shirt as he
came back around.
I don't know why, but there was something very sexual about watching him do this. He set his cufflinks down on the nightstand, and slowly
rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. I rolled on my side and rested my head on my palm and continued to watch the show unfold.
His hands went to the buttons of his shirt next, slowly unbuttoning one at a time. His eyes, now greener than before met mine and he smirked,
knowing I was watching with rapt attention. The last button popped open, allowing his shirt to part open. The upper body I'd become addicted
to, downright begun worshipping and thanking the heavens for appeared and yeah, I might have whimpered a little.
The mini strip show came to an abrupt end as he stalked forward, still clad in tailored black pants and his crisp white shirt. It hung
gloriously open, and my fingers twitched to touch every golden inch of skin.
"I think that's enough attention on me for a while. After all, isn't the wedding day all about the bride?"
I think I managed a "Mmmhhmm."
All I saw was Declan, my hot as fuck husband standing before me, half naked and my brain was screaming, "Yay! Sexy, fun time!"
He made quick work of my dress, which was impressive. Or it could have taken hours. I don't really remember. I was too busy touching him. He
pulled me off the bed and as he undid buttons, I ran my hands up and down his chest. I grabbed his ass, wound my fingers in his hair as he
slipped the dress from my body.
"Holy fuck," he cursed, once my dress hit the floor.
His eyes were glued to my body and he was literally frozen in place as he took it all in. It was my turn to smirk now. In my lust filled Declan
haze, I'd forgotten about my little naughty surprise.
Lingerie always managed to make men go damn near stupid in mere seconds.
My new husband was no exception.
For bridal lingerie, I decided to throw tradition out the window and I'd gone sexy. Like, really sexy. No white virginal satin for Leah. Nope,
I was in fuck me red. And judging by the way Declan was eyeing my nipples through my see-through teddy, I'd say the fuck me red was aptly
named.
I was on the bed in nanoseconds. The dental floss that passed as panties were ripped and gone seconds later.
"We'll do slow and romantic later. Promise. I just need to fuck you. Hard."