gender, he had a point. Not knowing was making everything more complicated, from the mundane to the important stuff to our preferred names. We had to make every list twice.
“What, so you can start rigging your shotgun if it’s a girl?” I teased him, running my fingertips up and down the sculpted muscles in his back.
“Exactly,” he murmured, closing his eyes as I continued to scratch his back. “Speaking of shotguns, did your boss break out one on you when you told her?”
Shaking my head, I thought about Hannah’s reaction. It’d been much worse than her breaking out a shotgun. It’d been disappointment and resignation. “Nope. She told me that she’d been waiting for me to resign since the news of our engagement broke.”
Caleb’s eyes popped open, darkening with concern. “You know I’d support your decision if you wanted to stay, right?”
“Right.” There was no doubt in my mind about that, but the decision I’d made was the right one. “But I’m okay with this, really. More than okay, actually. I want to be able to work from home when the baby is born, and I’m looking forward to revitalizing my blog. I’ve started playing with ideas on how to do it, and I think it’s going to be great.”
His shoulders relaxed as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead. “And in the meantime, it’ll give us time to plan the wedding.”
“Another perk of resigning now,” I agreed. Since Jared decided before he and Alicia had even gotten engaged that the band would be taking a bit of a break after the tour, Caleb and I were both going to be working from home for the foreseeable future. I couldn’t think of any better way to kick off our life together as a family.
“You given it any more thought?”
“The wedding? No. I’ve been too wrapped up in my resignation and moving and stuff. You?”
His beautiful lips curled into a huge grin. “Just one thought.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked him, circling his waist in my arms and pushing myself up close to him. “What’s that?”
“I think we should wait until Jared’s wedding, see what he does, and then for once, do something even bigger and grander than the great and theatrical Jared Larsen.”
“Oh boy.” I laughed. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
“I knew you’d get it.” He chuckled, then cupped my cheek and kissed me hard. Immediately, my body responded to him and his obvious desires.
I could blame the pregnancy for my raging hormones, but Caleb was almost as bad as I was. Molding my body to his, I kissed him back. My hands had a mind of their own, dropping to the hem of his T-shirt and skirting underneath to trace the lines on his abs.
He moaned softly and ran his hands up and down my sides, cupping my tender breasts through my shirt. My nipples jumped to attention, as they nearly always were nowadays, and Caleb’s thumb brushed over one. A low chuckle escaped when he felt how hard they already were.
“I thought you said not here,” he murmured between kisses, holding me close to him.
“Don’t care anymore,” I replied, a little breathless already. My body was aching for his, my chest pressing tightly against him, and I reached up and looped my arms around his shoulders to push myself closer to him.
“Hmmm, you will.” His hands dropped to the backs of my thighs, and he lifted me up against his stomach. I nearly cried with relief when I felt him already hard against my core, as needy as I was. “Better take this back to our bedroom.”
“Let’s,” I agreed, more than ready to spend the afternoon losing myself to him and in him. “In fact, let’s not get dressed again for the rest of the weekend. It’s not like you can knock me up again.”
Caleb grinned and increased his pace to our room—as strange as that concept still was to me. “I’m in complete agreement with that plan. I’d be happier if we could be naked all of next week, but the weekend’s fine to start with. I just have one tiny amendment.”
“What’s that?” I asked as he kicked the door to our room open all the way. There was a bed in there now, an Emperor-sized thing that he’d ordered the day I agreed I’d move in with him. I thought it was ridiculous to have such a big bed for two people. We only slept on a fraction of it, but he’d insisted.
“I would knock you up again every day of the week. I plan on doing it again and again until this bed is too small for all our kids.”
“Do you plan on carrying some of them?” I teased, but he was starting to toy with my shirt. Slowly opening the buttons like he was unwrapping a Christmas present, his eyes darkened, and his breathing grew shallow.
I still couldn’t believe that I got to him like this, that he wanted me and loved me as much as I did him. The mattress of the gigantic bed dipped when he crawled onto it on his knees, spreading my legs with his.
“I’d carry them all if I could. I just want you to be happy, Kelly. You’re the love of my life. I’ve never been this happy. I plan on doing whatever it takes to make you as happy as I am every day for the rest of my life. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby daddy and fiancé,” I whispered, meeting his eyes. There was so much love there that my breath caught for a second and I could do nothing but look at him.
I was usually the one in tears nowadays. Caleb was a rock, and I’d never seen so much as a threat of tears from him, but I could’ve sworn I saw just the tiniest glimmer of a tear welling up just before he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against mine.
“Thank you, Kelly. Thank you for making me the happiest fucking man in the world.”
The End
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