I used to think love was a fairy tale, an impossible dream, but having what I have with Sven, I know that not only is it possible, but it’s something that happens when you least expect it. It takes you for a ride you may not be ready for, but it leaves you steady on your feet when you get off.

Moving quietly to the bed, I put my knees on the mattress and run my finger over the thick platinum band on Sven’s finger, admiring what it is and what it stands for.

“Why are you up?” he asks, opening one eye to peek at me while his fingers wrap around mine.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I tell him, falling to my side and scooting closer to him.

“You couldn’t?” he asks, getting up on his elbow while his fingers run down between my breasts.

“No.” I smile, parting my thighs.

“Eager, are we?” He grins, leaning down to kiss me as his fingers roll over my clit, making my hips jerk.

“I like my husband’s fingers,” I breathe, running my own through his hair.

“Just my fingers?” he asks, sliding one then two deep, rolling them over my G-spot, causing me to gasp.

“I don’t know. I also like your mouth and your…you know.”

Chuckling, he scoots down the bed, swings one of my legs over his shoulder, and licks while his fingers pump. “I think you should tell me what your favorite is out of the three.” He licks me again and my hands move to hold him in place. By the time he’s done, my eyes are heavy, and if I had to tell anyone what my favorite was, I wouldn’t be able to, because he’s a master with all three.

*

Kenton

ROLLING OVER, I place my hand out on the mattress and come up with air. “What the fuck?” Opening my eyes, I lift my head and see the bed is empty, but the light in the attached bathroom is on, and I can hear whimpering coming from in there. Getting out of bed, I don’t even bother finding my pants. I pick my gun up off the side table and slowly make my way to the bathroom door, which is open a crack, where I can see Autumn through the mirror, standing naked in front of the sink with tears in her eyes. “Baby, what the fuck?” I ask, swinging the door fully open, watching her jump when our gazes connect.

“I…I can’t believe it,” she whispers, smiling while more tears fill her beautiful eyes.

“Believe what?” I ask quietly, setting my gun on the counter so I can take her into my arms.

“This,” she whispers, reaching behind me then tucking her arms between us.

Dropping my eyes to her hands, my heart skips a beat as I realize she has a pregnancy test in her grasp, a pregnancy test with the word Pregnant clear as day on the small oval screen. I pull my eyes from the test to look at her.

“Jesus,” I whisper, closing my eyes and dropping my forehead to rest against hers.

“I hope that’s a good ‘Jesus,’” she whispers back, and my eyes open to meet hers.

“Never been happier, baby. I swear, I think you give me happy, and then you top that shit with something else every fucking time,” I tell her, and a loud sob tears up her throat as she drops her forehead to my chest and wraps her arms tight around me. Holding her to me, I rest my cheek on the top of her head.

“We need to call your mom and Aunt Viv.”

Chuckling, I pull her head from my chest so I can see her eyes and shake my head. “We’re not calling my mom, or anyone else for that matter.”

“But she’ll be so excited.” She pouts, and I lean in, kissing her softly.

“She’ll still be excited when you tell her later,” I mutter as I turn her, lifting her onto the counter.

“But I want to tell her now.”

“Sorry, baby, we’re celebrating. Then you’re gonna be too tired to call her, so like I said, that call’s going to have to wait,” I inform her, pushing her knees apart as I tweak her nipple, hearing her gasp. Gripping the back of her head with one hand, I thrust my tongue into her mouth, while my other hand leaves her breast, slides up her inner thigh, and my fingers roll over her clit.

“I’ll call them tomorrow,” she agrees, wrapping her legs around my hips as her head tips back so I can take her mouth again. Lifting her off the counter, I carry her to the bed. Planting her on the mattress, I end our kiss and make my way down her body, stopping along the way to kiss each nipple and her lower stomach, settling myself between her legs.

Swiping my tongue up her center, her thighs tighten around my head and the heels of her feet press into my back, lifting her higher into my mouth. I drink down her first orgasm and settle myself between her folds for her second, where I release my own deep inside her.

*

Kai

“IS HE ASLEEP?” Myla asks, walking into Maxim’s room wearing her nightgown, her wet hair down around her shoulders.

“He is. How are you feeling?” I ask, pushing my fingers through her hair, tilting her head back.

“Good.” She smiles softly, running her hands up my chest.

“How’s my daughter?” I ask, sliding my hands around her waist, pulling her closer to me while travelling them down to cup her bottom.

“We could be having another boy,” she murmurs smiling softly.

“But we’re not,” I say, nuzzling her neck while bending her back as I slide my hands down the back of her thighs, lifting her up.

Wrapping her legs around my waist, her hands move from my shoulders to grip around the back of my neck as her mouth trails lazily up the side, ending at my ear, where her warm breath whispers, “I need you inside of me.”

Pressing her to the wall in the hallway, I push her panties to the side and flick her clit. “Are you going to feed me?” I ask on a rumble, feeling her wetness soak my fingers as I push two inside her, rubbing her G-spot.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” she breathes, riding my hand as her heels dig into the back of my thighs.

“I like that answer.” I lick over her mouth then bite down on her bottom lip. Pulling her away from the wall, I walk to our bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us. Once I carry my wife to the bed, I take my time, giving her everything before taking even more.

WALKING DOWN THE beach toward Myla and Maxim, I smile as I listen to my wife’s laughter and my son’s giggle as the waves crash into them, sitting in the sand near the shore.

“Come on, Daddy.” Myla smiles, turning her head toward me as I close the distance between us. Settling myself behind her, I grin when Maxim splashes his hand in the water and babbles.

“Are you happy, Makamae?” I ask, pressing my lips against her neck. Her hand comes up to wrap around the side of my head as her own turns to catch my eyes.

“This is my happiness, Kai—this moment, and a million others just like it that you’ve given me.”

Looking into her beautiful eyes, I know she’s right, and now, the rest of our days will be spent just like this.

Epilogue

Maggie

A year and a whole lot of happiness later

SMELLING BACON, MY stomach growls and I try to fight it. I really do, but this baby has a mind of its own, and I swear it only wants meat. Sitting up in bed, I push my hair out of my face, place my hand over my large, round stomach, and ask, “Why couldn’t you like tofu?” like he understands me. I feel a sharp kick right to my bladder, and I pull in a deep breath.