His Curvy Bride - Nichole Rose Page 0,32

I'm featured on the love of my life's album and I'm going to be singing beside him in front of hundreds of people.

I feel a little like I'm in a fairytale. For the first time in a really long time though, I don't feel anxious or afraid at the thought of singing in front of people. I feel…safe. Loved. Like I can do anything so long as this beast of a man is beside me. He won't let anyone hurt me. And I won't let anyone hurt him either. We're a team now.

It feels good.

"Let's do it," I tell him.

"Yeah? You really want to, little dove?"

"Yeah, I really do."

"Fuck, I adore you," he says, kissing me all over the face and making me smile.

He reluctantly pulls out of me, groaning when he slips free of my body, and then he slides me down until I'm on my feet. My legs wobble beneath me before I manage to stand on my own, which makes him grin and makes me blush.

He grabs a handful of napkins from the dispenser and cleans himself up before tossing them in the toilet and tucking himself back into his pants. He doesn't clean me up though. I don't ask him too. I think we both like it when I'm covered in his sticky cum.

He does help me straighten my dress and fix my hair. At least he tries to help me fix it. Mostly he just messes it up even worse, but I don't care.

Once we're both more or less presentable, he gives me a soft kiss and a smile so full of pride and adoration, I fall a little bit deeper into love with him.

"I love you, Bentley," I whisper, awed by the strength of my feelings for this incredible man. He's everything I ever dreamed about, and somehow so much more. And he's all mine. Forever.

"I love you too, little dove."

Epilogue

Bentley

Five years later

"She's crowning, Cami. You're doing so good. Relax for a minute."

"Bentley," she whimpers, tears running down her sweaty face as she falls back against the bed. She's so tired. Everything hurts. I know she just wants to go to sleep, but she can't. She's been in labor for at least nine hundred hours already, but our little one is being stubborn.

"I know, little dove," I say, running my hands up and down her arms, trying to offer her what comfort I can. I hate seeing her like this. It makes my heart ache and my stomach twist up in knots. I would go through this for her if I could, but I can't. "I'm never getting you pregnant again, angel. I'm so sorry. I fucking hate seeing you like this. It's all my fault. You're too damn gorgeous and I can't keep my dick out of you. I'm an asshole."

The nurses and doctor chuckle, but I ignore them. They're used to me by now. This is baby number four, and every single time Cami goes into labor, I swear I'm never going to get her pregnant again. I mean it every time. Really, I do. But then I see my little dove holding our babies, and I want to get her pregnant all over again.

Labor is brutal on Cami's little body, but she loves our babies so much. I'll give her a hundred of them if that's what she wants. I can't ever tell her no. I don't really try to anyway. Her and the kids have me wrapped around their little fingers and I intend to stay there until God sees fit to take me from this earth.

Our oldest, Noah, is four and he's a little replica of me. We have the same blue eyes and blond hair. When he gets excited about something, there is no stopping him. He can ramble on about music or Paw Patrol for hours. He recently started learning to play the piano. He's already so good at it. He's going to be a wicked awesome musician if he sticks with it.

Our girls love listening to him. Vanessa, who is three, tells everyone that her brother is a superstar like me. She shares mine and Noah's blue eyes and blond hair and never meets a stranger. I already know she's going to kill me when she's older. Thank God she has an older brother to help me out because the girl is fearless.

Our baby, Gabby, is almost two. She looks exactly like her mama, with big green eyes and mink brown hair. She can be shy