moment, and the week went by too fast.
Laura’s wandering hands brought me back to the present moment. She kissed me again, her tongue tracing my lips. “I bet I can make you stress-free again.”
With a growl, I spun my chair and pulled her down to my lap. I grabbed her face, kissing her hard. I lost myself in the feel and the taste of my wife. Her lips were full and pliant underneath mine. She wound her hands into my hair, pulling me close. I held her hips, pressing her down onto my growing erection, then tugged up the back of her shirt, digging my fingers into her skin, stroking her spine, and groaning at how right she felt touching my chest.
“Did you lock the door?” She moaned against my mouth.
“I will.”
“Shut the lights off, too.”
For a second, I hesitated.
“The crew was packing up to leave, Jackson. I saw Larry and told him you and I were going to have dinner and go over numbers, and not to disturb us. He’ll lock everything up.” She grinned—a wide, wicked smile that made me grin back. “We’ll have dessert first.”
That was good enough for me. I would never let an opportunity go by to fuck my wife.
I lifted her off my lap, setting her on her feet. I captured her mouth, kissing her the way she liked it best. Hard. Wet. Possessive.
“I’ll get the door and the lights. You lose the shirt.” Then I winked. “Keep the skirt and boots on.”
I sighed with contentment. Laura was curled against my chest, with the blanket she had brought to use with our dinner wrapped around us. I nuzzled her hair, feeling far more relaxed than I had when I’d slammed into the trailer earlier. Nothing calmed me more than being with my wife.
“Still need that Advil?”
Slipping my fingers under her chin, I lifted her face to mine, kissing her. “No.” I grinned against her lips. “You’re the best medicine.”
She smiled up at me. “I wanted to make your day better.”
“You did.”
She bit her lip. “I have something else to make you smile.”
“Oh yeah? You got some of your cookies in that basket?”
“I do have cookies, but I think you might like this better.”
“Better than your cookies? This I gotta see.” I held out my hand. “Gimme.”
She handed me a strange-shaped parcel, wrapped in brown paper.
I arched my eyebrow at her. “Shopping at the adult toy store again, sweet girl? Should I be afraid of what’s in here?”
She giggled, slapping my arm. “Open it,” she insisted, her voice sounding strangely nervous.
I opened the paper and held up a toy tool belt and a tiny hard hat.
I frowned, looking into her watery gaze. “Very cute, but I’m not sure it’s gonna fit. It’s rather small…” As my voice trailed off, my eyes grew wide.
“Laura?” I asked, choking up. “Really?”
She reached over, pulled a white stick out of one of the pouches of the small tool belt and held it up. A bright-blue plus sign was in the small window. “Congratulations! You’re going to be a daddy.”
Sven, the bad day, and the entire world disappeared as I yanked her to my chest, dropping kisses all over her face. Joy I had never experienced before flowed through my body as I held my wife and our child within her.
“A baby. We’re going to have a baby,” I breathed. “Is it a boy? Is that why you bought me a tool belt?” I asked excitedly, laying my hand across her stomach and spreading my fingers wide. Soon, there would be a bump there. A baby bump. My baby bump. I grinned at her. “Is it?”
“I have no idea, Jackson. Right now, your baby is the size of a peanut. We won’t find out the sex for weeks yet.” She crossed her arms. “Are you saying only a boy should have a tool belt?”
I shook my head, grinning. “No. My daughter can wear whatever the hell she wants, tool belts included.”
She cupped my cheek, stroking my skin. “Good answer.”
I pressed my forehead to hers. “Are you okay? Everything…good?”
“I’m great. A little tired and I’ve been a bit nauseous in the morning. But I’m good. I saw the doctor today, and she said everything was fine.” She slipped her hand into her pocket. “I brought you a picture.”
I squinted at the image. “It is a peanut!” I exclaimed.
“It’ll grow.” She sighed. “So will I.”
“You’ll be even more beautiful. I can hardly wait to see you all rounded, carrying my child.” I