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I grin at Elaina. “Well, which to choose?”
She wraps her arms around me. “Did you have anything to do with this?”
“I may have made a few suggestions.”
She kisses me, then looks toward the open door to the bedroom. A heart made of red rose petals lay on the white sheets. “It’s so pretty.”
I swoop her in my arms again and drop her on the bed, then come down on top of her. “Ever had sex on rose petals?”
“No, sir. Sounds good.”
“You naked on them sounds awesome.”
“Then you better get busy, husband, and get me out of this dress.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“What? Getting me out of this dress?”
“No…Husband. Say it again.”
“I love you, husband.”
“I love you, wife.” I press a kiss to her tummy. “And I’m going to love this little one so much.”
“Baja?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I think you should turn off the oven.”
I laugh and do her bidding. “Yes, wife.”
EPILOGUE
Baja—
I sit out on our deck with Rosie curled at my feet. It’s early September, and I know the mornings are soon going to get chilly—too chilly to bring Ariana outside.
I snuggle my six-week-old daughter to my chest; her little legs are tucked under her, and her little booty points skyward. I pat it with my big hand, amazed all over again at how small she is.
Pressing my face to her downy hair, I breathe in that new baby smell. There’s nothing like it in the world.
“When you’re older, Ariana, Daddy will bring you out here at night and tell you about all the stars in the Milky-way, and the cow that jumped over the moon,” I whisper to the top of her head.
Her little lips move like she’s sucking something, and my chest shakes with laughter. “Gotta give Mama a break, sweetheart. You’re workin’ those nipples of hers raw.”
Elaina emerges with two steaming cups of coffee. Decaf for her. Rocket fuel for me. She sets mine on the table.
“Thanks, babe.”
“And what were you two talking about?” She smiles.
“Go back inside,” I say. “We’re having daddy-daughter time.”
Instead, she sits and puts her bare feet in my lap, her robe parting. I lay a hand on one and squeeze.
She moans. “God, that feels good.”
