in my arms. I dropped my head to her shoulder, turning my face and peppering kisses along her neck. She shivered, and I smiled against her skin.
“You like that, baby?”
“I always like everything you do.”
“Oh yeah?” I pulled her a little closer so she was standing between my legs. I tugged her lobe between my teeth, growling low in my chest as she ran her hands up my thighs. “Laura,” I warned. “You’re getting awfully close to Mr. Smirky.”
“Is that what he’s doing? Smirking?”
“I think if you got a closer look, you’d see some winking, too.”
“What did you have in mind?”
I grinned down at her. “Two things. One, a heavy make-out session in here. Two, I’ll come home with you and take you so hard, you’ll be the one needing the nap.”
“You up for that?”
“I’m getting there.”
She giggled. “I was sure you were going to take me here.”
“Part of me wants to, but I think your dad would actually explode. And now that I’ve gotten you pregnant, I’ve fulfilled my purpose. It would be cement time for me. But…”
“But?”
“We could let him think—”
She chuckled, her fist clutching my shirt. “How?”
Just then, I heard Hank’s voice.
“Are they still in my office?”
I heard Jen answer, “Yes.”
I grinned, lifting Laura into my arms. “Work with me, baby.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. “Do it.”
I strode out of the office, holding Laura close. Her face was buried in my neck, and I could feel her giggles. I nodded at Hank, who was looking completely shocked. He had been certain I was in deep shit.
“Thanks, Hank. Hold my calls, okay, Jen? We may be a while.”
Then I walked into my office, shutting the door firmly behind me. I pressed Laura against the wall, making sure to be gentle.
“Was his face red?”
“Almost purple.”
“We’re awful.”
I brushed my mouth over hers. “Awful good.”
“I still get my hot make-out session, right?”
“Yep.”
“And when we get home?”
“My cock and I are yours.” I paused in thought. “Afterward, a nap?”
She laughed. “I can work with that.”
“Good.”
Epilogue
Jackson
The hospital was quiet, and I was grateful Laura was alone in her semi-private room. I smiled at my wife as she held our son, cooing to him quietly. The click of the camera was the only other sound in the room.
She glanced up, meeting my eyes. “You’ve taken way too many pictures already, Daddy.”
I shook my head. “Impossible to take enough pictures of something so beautiful.” I bent forward, brushing my fingers over the soft down of my son’s head. “He’s so perfect, Laura.”
With a gentle smile, she slipped him into my arms and leaned back against her pillows. “He looks so much like you.”
I looked down, chuckling at the way he had his fist jammed into his mouth, sucking away. He was a big baby—long and lean, and weighed in at over ten pounds. Watching Laura give birth to him had been an amazing experience. Being there with them as he came into the world, holding her as she dropped, exhausted, onto my chest as he was born, yelling and protesting, had been the greatest moment of my life. Holding him for the first time, and every time since, had been life-affirming.
“Your dad is a bit pissed about not being here.”
She yawned and nodded. “He insists you convinced the baby to come early just to mess with him.”
I slipped my finger into my son’s hand, in awe of how he clutched on tight. “He’ll calm down when he meets him and hears his name.”
“Mason Hank Cooper,” she whispered. “It suits him.”
“It does.”
Mason blinked up at me, his eyes fluttering with fatigue. The same fatigue his mother was experiencing. I stood, gently setting him into the bassinette beside Laura. Then I turned to her, checking to make sure she was comfortable.
“You need to sleep, sweet girl. You and my boy have had a very busy day.”
I knew how exhausted she was when she didn’t argue. She moved gingerly, curling her fist under her chin, her eyes drifting shut.
“Love you,” she mumbled.
I bent down, brushing kisses to her cheek. “I love you, Laura. Thank you for our son.”
I settled in my chair and watched my family. They were both out, heads turned slightly, resting on their hands. In profile, he looked even more like me, which made me smile, but I hoped his eyes would stay blue like his mother’s. He definitely had her dark hair.
She was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and he was the