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She bites her lip and swallows. I frown as I turn to leave the room. If it were anything bad, she wouldn’t wrap it up in a stocking, so I’m baffled.
Construction Dan is vetoed in favor of Princess Penelope. Then I carry Riley into her room and tuck her in.
It’s lights out and doors locked and as far as I’m concerned, the day has been a success, with only minimal disasters and just one Isobel meltdown.
Betsy is waiting, looking even more alluring than she did when she first told me what she wanted in our relationship. She was beautiful then, but with each passing year she’s more confident about her place in the world.
I crawl in beside her and empty the stocking over the bedspread. “Start anywhere?” I ask her.
“Yep, just like the first time.” Except now she leans into my shoulder. I steal a quick kiss just because I can. Then start opening tiny packages. The messages are as follows.
I don’t want you to get a vasectomy. I’d rather get my tubes tied.
I’d like to amend the six kids down to four.
Will you get me pregnant tonight?
Can we get a dog?
“You can see why it doesn’t fit neatly into a conversation opener,” Bets says softly.
I nod. “Let’s start with this one.” I hold up the number of kids. “This is a given,” I point out, setting the one about breeding her on the nightstand. “Or at least making an attempt. Now, are you sure about this?”
She nods. “The idea of six was nice, but honestly, three feels a lot like six most days. I’d like one more, but even if that didn’t happen, I’d be okay.”
I regard her thoughtfully. “It’s whatever you want, baby, but I’m not so sure about surgery.”
“Me neither — for you. I know it’s a simple procedure for guys, but I don’t want to mess with your cock, Heath. It’s seen enough damage. Particularly since the underside is where you still have the most sensation. I talked with my doctor and I’m almost certainly going to need a c-section. So they’ll just do it while they’re in there.” She gives me a soft smile and kisses my cheek. “Okay?”
“Can I talk with your doctor first before I commit?” I ask slowly. Betsy nods with a satisfied smile, so I’m guessing she’s already scheduled the appointment. Probably in about three weeks, when she’ll want her first maternity visit. Bets seems to have an unerring ability to decide when I’m getting her pregnant and have it happen.
“And the dog?” she asks archly.
I consider that one. I’d been thinking it would be good for the kids, but I don’t want either of us getting up with a puppy in addition. “If we get an already grown, well behaved one from the shelter,” I give in.
“Oh, perfect.” She reaches over to turn off the light, but I stay her hand.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, Bets? I think I know exactly what story to read you, that one you’ve been requesting for absolutely months.”
Her eyes widen. “Really? You’re ready for that?”
I shrug, holding back my smile at her delight. “Well, if this is going to be the last baby, I’d better make sure you’re really wet for me so I can plant it deep, right?”
She nods enthusiastically and I reach for my phone to bring up the story of the battle-hardened alien invader with lizard skin who steals his mate away from Earth to breed her properly. Bets has been begging me to read it because she says it describes exactly how sexy my scars feel to her. I’m skeptical, but based on the way she’s already twitching her ass against my cock, this should be a very productive and enjoyable evening.
