Page 27 of Unplanned

Sketches?

Nico is still kissing, touching me from behind. Very close to ramping up my arousal again, but I grab his hand.

“What is all that, Nico?”

I pull away from him, and he lets out a growl. But I have to see. I have to get a closer look.

He didn’t. No. Fucking. Way.

“What did you do?” I ask, laughing, my cheeks heating at the memory behind each of these notes. My lunch notes.

“I made a gallery of them. I love them so much. And you should be proud of what you did.”

I don’t know whether to punch him or throw him on the bed and sit on his face.

“I’m completely…I don’t know what to say except, I can’t keep our daughter in this room. It’s completely X-rated,” I complain.

Nico busies himself, shedding his suit, tie, vest, shirt, and dress pants as I study each and every note that he’s carefully framed and mounted on the wall.

“God, I hope you didn’t have a professional do this. I’ll never be able to show my face at the frame shop again,” I say.

“Come here.”

The guttural rasp has me turning around, finding my husband holding back the sheet for me.

I join him on the bed, and he folds me into his warmth and kisses me slowly, ending with a little bite to my bottom lip.

“It’s time for her to have her own room.”

I pout. “She does have her own room, with a crib and everything.”

“But now, she’ll have to actually sleep in it,” he says.

He’s right. It’s time.

And it’s time for us to upgrade to a bigger space, and now, thanks to Nico, we have it.

Thanks to us, we have a family. We had our wedding. We have our love.

What a sweet little life we’ve built. And it’s ours alone.

THE END