General Joe (Magnolia Ridge #2) - Alexa Riley Page 0,18

and I know she’s going to be a handful. She has my mouth but her father's stubbornness.

I was sure I’d see myself pregnant one more time; at least that had been the plan.

“You okay?” Joe comes up behind me and turns me in his arms. “We’re making breakfast.”

“Yeah, I think so.” He bends down and brushes his mouth against mine. All these years together and these kisses never get old. His hand slips into my robe, resting on my hip as he pulls me into him.

“Try again,” he orders, wanting to know what I’m thinking.

“Could I be pregnant?” I finally ask. I’d wanted one more but we hadn't had any luck since our last. It’s not as if we use protection and we still go at it all the time. That’s one thing that’s never changed about us. I really do have the sex drive of a bunny.

“Yes.”

“I think I’d know, wouldn't I?” I’ve called so many of my pregnancies without needing a test. I’m used to being pregnant and am kind of a pro at it. Barbie gets mad at how easy I make childbirth look, but then again I was made for this life.

“Every pregnancy is different. I know that for a fact.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I glare at him, making him laugh.

“We’re not doing this.” He pulls me back into the bathroom and takes out a pregnancy test. I shake my head no. “The hard way then.” He lifts me up on the bathroom sink before turning and shutting the bathroom door. “Maybe not hard, but I enjoy it.”

“What are you doing?” He steps between my legs.

“I thought I ate you good enough this morning but I see you’re still wound tight.”

He drops to his knees in front of me and grabs my hips. He moves me to the edge of the sink and throws my legs over his shoulders. He buries his face right between my thighs and there is no teasing. He goes right for my clit with his tongue and he pushes two fingers deep inside of me. I moan out his name as he brings me right to my first orgasm. He doesn't stop there and now I know what he’s doing. I’m not going to fight him on it because the man knows my body better than me.

“Give me another, Bunny. You know I need it,” he growls, and I do what he says because my body belongs to him.

I cum for the second time and I shake with pleasure just before all the tension leaves me. Joe stands up and wraps around me as I put my head on his chest. My breathing evens out while he rubs my back and I come down from my high.

“You’re going to take the test now,” he says, and I nod my assent.

I walk over to the toilet and he hands me the stick. He’s turned me into a docile kitten with his mouth, and damn it, it works every time.

After I’m finished I set the stick on the counter to wash my hands. Joe ties my robe closed and kisses me on the forehead.

“They’re making your favorite.”

I smile up at my husband and cuddle close. It’s Sunday and we always spend it as a family. It’s the one day I don't cook, and lie around in pajamas.

“Mommy.” I look to the door to see little fingers at the bottom. “Why is it locked?” The chubby hand gives it a small shake. “Copper, come pick the lock. Mommy is stuck in the bathroom,” Sylar calls to her brother.

“I’m not stuck. I’m peeing,” I call out, and Joe unlocks the door.

Sylar looks up at us and her mouth is covered in the chocolate from the chips she stole while making pancakes.

“You watch me pee all the time.” She puts her hands on her hips, not liking locked doors.

“Mommy is allowed to have some alone time.” I smile at her because she’s the nosiest of all the kids.

“Daddy watched.” She points to him.

“Fine, the next time I have to pee, I’ll let you know.”

“I might be busy.” She turns around and wanders out of the bedroom.

“You sure you want more?” Joe laughs.

“Yes,” I say honestly. It’s why I was scared to take a test. What if I let myself think I’m pregnant and find out I’m not?

“Good, because you’re having one.” I whip around to look at the test and see two blue lines.

“We’re having one.” I throw myself at Joe, kissing him all over. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Bunny.” He carries me into the kitchen and sets me on the counter. I watch the kids destroy the place all while filling it with laughter.

Life really is perfect.

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THE END!