a young thing who could give you the houseful of babies you’ve always dreamed of.”
Ford’s brows snap together and a frown appears on his face. “You still don’t get it,” he mutters. “Put a ring on your finger, let you completely gut this place and remodel it, you do whatever the fuck you want, honey, and you still don’t get it.”
“Get what?”
His lips twitch into a grin. “Don’t matter how many babies we can have. Even if this little girl is our one and only, I’m good with that.”
“You’ve always wanted a whole houseful of babies and I don’t think I can give those to you. I shouldn’t have married you,” I whimper as tears fill my eyes.
Ford throws his head back and lets out a huge bark of laughter. “You’re crazy, Stephanie.”
“I am not,” I huff, sounding just as offended as I feel.
Ford lifts his hand, wrapping his fingers around the side of my neck, then shifts them to the back, twisting his fingers in my hair.
“You are,” he rasps, shifting closer to me. His mouth touches mine, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss, he just keeps his lips hovering above my own. “You’ll give me all the babies I’ll ever need, even if it’s only this one, and I’ll be happy. You know why?”
“Why?” I grunt.
His lips smile against my own. “Because it’s you givin’ them to me and all I’ve ever wanted is to have a family with you. One or twenty, don’t give much of a fuck about how many we have.”
“Well,” I hiss. “I am definitely not having twenty.”
Ford rolls over to his back, his laughter taking over as he gathers me to him and shifts me over his body. I straddle his hips, looking down at him. His eyes are closed as his body trembles in his hilarity.
He grabs my hips, squeezing them gently before he finally opens his eyes and looks up at me. His smile doesn’t fade, not in the slightest. It’s huge and bright, his eyes are too. He’s never looked more beautiful to me.
Placing my palm against his scar, I look down into his face. This is the man that I love. The man that I have loved since I was a young girl and didn’t know what it all meant. One of his hands leaves my hip and his fingers dance up my side until he cups my heavy breast.
His thumb slides along my nipple piercing, tugging gently when it causes a jolt of pleasure to fill my body. Reaching between us, I lift a little, wrapping my fingers around his hard length before I align it with my center.
Wordlessly, our eyes connected to one another’s, I take him inside of me. He fills me, stretching me completely. I’m full of him, body, heart, mind, and soul. His hand stays on my breast, the other slips between us, and I feel his thumb press against my clit.
“I want to watch you come all over me, honey,” he grunts.
He’s been much gentler with me since I’ve been pregnant, but that doesn’t mean that it’s been any less enjoyable. I still come more than once when we’re together, and he still makes me work for every orgasm.
I roll my hips, grinding against his thumb as I move along his hard length. My eyes flutter closed as I let the sensations wash over me. I’m close, my breathing is heavy and when he tugs on my piercing at the same time pinching my clit, it sends me over the edge.
I call out his name on a gasp as my entire body begins to tremble. He lifts his hips, his hands moving to my hips as he holds me, shifting and moving me the way he needs to find his climax. My eyes open and I focus on him, watching as he comes inside of me.
It’s absolutely beautiful.
His jaw clenches, he groans between his gritted teeth, his nostrils flare as he breathes out of his nose heavily, and then once he’s caught his breath, his eyes slowly open and find mine. His lips curl up into a satisfied lazy smile.
Ford’s hands move to my belly, and his palms cup me there. “One or twenty, honey. Don’t matter to me, not as long as all y’all are healthy.”
“I love you, Ford Matthews.”
His eyes crinkle in the corners at my words. “Love you more than you could ever know, Mrs. Matthews.”
I roll my eyes, and he chuckles, knowing that I don’t care to be called