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And then when I saw him standing by the maternity ward, looking at the babies, I just… broke.
I forced the words out of my throat, giving him a way out, a way to become a father with someone else, but merely saying the words was like my throat was being sliced into a million pieces. The thought of him moving on with someone else, and starting a family with them… it would have killed me.
I hated the thought, and while I wanted him to be happy, I wanted him to be happy with me. I was really relieved when my amazing husband made sure to reassure me that he wouldn’t even entertain the idea.
“I offered to be her maid of honor,” I remind him, my breath coming out a little harder as he kisses my skin, a low groan escaping his throat. “Besides, Leila’s wedding turned out amazing. I’m really good at organizing.”
He chuckles against my skin, lifting his head to glance at me with a smirk. “Mmm. I love when you talk dirty.”
I let out a laugh, and Lucas dips down again, leaving open mouth kisses on my jaw, when the phone dings again.
Lucas groans, his voice vibrating against my skin, and he buries his head in my chest. “Only one more day to get through,” he murmurs.
“And then they’re finally off to their honeymoon,” I reply, my fingers getting lost in his curly brown hair.
Lucas lifts his head, blinking up at me. “And maybe we can have ours, too,” he says, which makes my brows furrow.
“We already had our honeymoon.”
He nods, his lips lifting into a smile as his big hands curl around my waist. “How about we take another one?”
My frown deepens, confusion taking over my face. “You want to marry me again?” I ask.
He chuckles. “I’d marry you over and over again If I could, but that’s not exactly what I was thinking.” When I arch a brow, he clutches my face in his hands. “I was thinking we could take a little vacation. Have some time for ourselves.”
My eyes widen a little, loving the idea, but… “Why?”
“Why not?” he asks with a shrug. “We both work hard as fuck, and the house is almost done,” he says which makes me smile at the reminder. When Lucas first told me he was building me a house, I didn’t quite believe him. But lo and behold, he designed everything, just how I wanted it. He came up with the blueprints, and even placed the first brick. “Why not take a little vacation before there’s a baby?”
My brows knit together. “Do you know something I don’t?”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Mads, it will happen,” he says with a certainty I want to believe in. “I know it will. I can feel it in my bones.”
My breath hitches. I love how certain he is. I love how excited he is about this. A lot of people think of adoption as the last option, but Lucas seems like he really wants this. “Do you ever feel sad that you won’t have a baby of your own?” I ask him.
He tilts his head. “It will be mine.”
“You know what I mean,” I say pointedly.
He shrugs. “No,” he says without hesitation. “I don’t care that the baby won’t share my DNA. Don’t get me wrong, I would have loved to see a baby with a little mix of us both,” he says, smirking as he traces his thumb over my bottom lip. “I just know it would be so fucking cute, but am I sad about giving a child a home?” He shakes his head. “Definitely not.”
When we told our family about our choice to adopt, I asked my parents about their decision to adopt me. They couldn’t have kids after Nia, and I always wondered how they felt about that, but they told me it was the best decision they ever made, and that they never once questioned it. It made me even more excited for the process.
“I want to be someone’s mother,” I murmur, glancing up at Lucas. I haven’t let myself admit it. A part of me thought if I didn’t say what I truly wanted, then it couldn’t be taken away from me. But I do want it. Iwant it so much.
Lucas smiles, leaning down to kiss me. “And you will be,” he says, pressing another kiss to my lips. “You’re so brave. And beautiful. And goddamn, I’m so fucking lucky we got stuck in that elevator all those years ago,” he says, pulling back to look into my eyes. “I’m the luckiest motherfucker ever.”
“Because I’m rich?” I tease with a smirk.
He chuckles, settling on top of me, and arches a brow at me. “Baby, we’re both rich,” he replies, making me roll my eyes. “But it’s definitely not because of that.” He curls his hand around my neck, lifting my head. “I’m lucky because every single morning I get to wake up, roll over and see this face.” His thumb caresses my cheek, his eyes scanning my features. “And touch this body,” he murmurs while his other hand slowly traces my stomach, lifting the material of my silk pajamas up slowly, slowly, until his thumb swipes over my hard nipple, eliciting a moan out of me. “And feel this pussy.”
A loud moan rips from my throat when his other hand leaves my face, and slides down my body, sneaking into my pajama shorts, before he swipes his middle finger between my pussy. “Lucas,” I gasp when he thrusts his finger inside.
He grunts, curling his finger to hit a spot deep inside of me that makes me buck into him. “That’s right, baby. Let everyone in this hotel know who takes care of you.” He pulls back his finger, and I almost groan in impatience before he thrusts two fingers back inside of me, earning another breathless moan from me. “These gorgeous tits,” he says, cupping my breast. “These long fucking legs.” His eyes devour me, darkening at the sight of my body exposed forhim, his hands all over me. “Goddamn. You get hotter every year.”
“So do you,” I gasp, lifting my hand to touch his face. “I love your beard.”
He groans, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “I bet you’d like it even more scratching the inside of your thighs.”
