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“Oh God!” Emerson’s voice echoes the quiet night and I fuck her harder and faster.

“Let go,” I coach her. “Give in to it.”

“Yes,” she sings out one last time before I feel her tighten around me and shifting her hips chasing her release. “Yes!”

Kissing her, I hold off as long as I can feeling her body tremble. She is my peace, my world, Emerson is my home.

Lifting my head, her eyes lock on mine and it’s my undoing. The way she is watching me, loving me, like I am her everything and it’s crippling. I let go, my body shivering through my own release, and not for a minute do I take my eyes off hers.

CHAPTER FIFTY

Emerson

“We havetime for this you know.” I sit in the glider Kelton just brought home for the baby’s room. It’s beautiful and expensive and a little excessive, but perfect. I’ve figured something out quickly. Kelton doesn’t skimp out when it comes to those he loves. Me and the baby have gotten the best of everything and I’ve gotten used to getting spoiled. I know it comes from love.

“We have time yes,” Kelton says, looking back over his shoulder as he holds paint samples to the wall. “But I don’t want to rush it and then hate it. I’d rather get the paint on the wall and the mural.”

“Mural?”

“Yeah, I told you.” He turns around to face me. “I’ve got that guy that is going to paint the stadium and then whenever we find out what we are having he’s gonna add us walking holding the hands of our little girl or boy toward the outfield.”

It’s incredibly adorable how into this room decoration he is getting.

“If it’s a girl he’s gonna do pink jersey accents, my number, and last name. If it’s a boy he’ll do blue.”

“Because a girl can’t like blue?”

“My little princess can like anything she wants. If my prince wants pink, he’s got it, if my princess wants a monster truck, it’s hers.”

“So in other words you are going to be over the top.”

“Over the fucking moon, baby.” He winks before turning back to the wall and holding up the different shades of samples.

Boy or girl, this little one was going to be surrounded by baseball.

“What are we doing in here?” Liz asks, walking into the room that will be the nursery. Carrying a bag of licorice and a bottle of water she flops down on the floor at my side.

“Oh this is nice,” she adds when she notices the glider, dragging her hand along the side of it.

“Your brother just brought it home.”

“And we are trying to pick out a color for the walls.”

“I thought there was a field or something being painted on the wall,” she says, taking a bite of the licorice and I glance from her to her brother and then back to Liz again. “What? He’s been talking about it for the last month,” she says.

Her house is almost done. It has a perfect location with a view of the tree Kelton planted in honor of their mom. Her pool is small,but a great size for her. Like her own little private oasis. Two bedrooms, a mini version of our kitchen, and a built in eating nook that also has a retractable wall so she can bring the outside, inside whenever she wants.

I’ll admit I love having her only a small walk away. I’ve always had Liz in my life and if she wasn’t here I’d feel a little lost.

“We have until January,” I say. Both Liz and Kelton look at me. “That’s like five months away.”

“Do you realize how fast that is going to fly by?”

“Says the guy that isn’t carrying the future ballplayer,” I say with a laugh.

“We don’t know that yet, there very well could be a future ballerina growing in there.”

I smile and glance over at Liz. The guy must love being surrounded by girls and being outnumbered. He’s so sure we are having a girl.

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