Page 61 of Sin Wagon
As I start to drift off again, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. For Wells being back by my side, for his love and support, and the little life growing inside me.
The aromaof coffee and bacon wafting through the air stirs me awake. My eyes blink open and I stretch lazily, feeling more refreshed than I have in weeks. I slide out of bed, searching for Wells and a cup of coffee.
I can't help but smile as I walk in the doorway and stop. Wells is busily moving around the kitchen.
“Good morning,” I say, padding into the room, my voice still thick with sleep.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he replies, turning to greet me with a tender kiss. “I made breakfast.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” I murmur appreciatively, feeling a warm flutter in my chest.
“I wanted to,” he says simply, his eyes locking with mine as he sets down a plate piled high with pancakes, crispy bacon, and perfectly scrambled eggs.
We eat together. Conversation flows effortlessly as we discuss our plans for the day ahead.
“Shit. You wanted to go to the café. Why did you cook then?”
“You slept longer than I anticipated. So I cooked. It’s no big deal. We can still stop for drinks,” he assures me.
Once we finish, I rush to get ready, choosing a flowy maternity dress that accentuates my curves, and slipping on a pair of cozy sandals. Wells, looking effortlessly handsome in a casual shirt and jeans, grabs his keys, and we head out, embarking on our day of baby shopping and bonding.
“How did you get clothes?” I ask.
“Jonas dropped them off when he came to get Derek this morning.”
Our first stop is the quaint café around the corner. We find a spot outside, basking in the warmth of the morning sun. Wells orders our drinks while his gaze lingers on me, sending a delightful shiver coursing through my body.
“Ready to do some shopping?” he asks, his voice low and suggestive, his eyes twinkling.
“Absolutely.” My pulse quickens at the thought of picking out things for our baby together.
We spend the morning immersed in baby stores, picking out tiny onesies, soft blankets, and playful toys. Wells is attentive and thoughtful, his hand brushing against mine as we select each item, sending tingles of desire through me. When we reach the custom nursery decoration store, we create a personalized ‘You are my Sunshine’ sign for Little Boba’s room, our fingers touching as we finalize the design.
By lunchtime, we’re famished. We find a cozy restaurant nearby and settle into a corner table. The atmosphere isintimate, and I find myself drawn to Wells’ magnetic presence across the table. He orders for us, his voice low and smooth, a teasing glint in his eyes that promises more than just a delicious meal.
As we eat, our conversation turns playful, filled with subtle innuendos and shared laughter. The anticipation of becoming parents only heightens our connection, igniting a simmering heat between us. I catch Wells’ gaze lingering on me with unabashed desire, and I feel a thrill of excitement.
Afterward, we stroll through the park, hand in hand. The afternoon sun casts a golden hue over us, and I lean into Wells’ side.
We walk along the winding paths, occasionally stopping to admire the scenery. As we watch a group of children playing near a fountain, Wells chuckles. “I can’t believe how fast the day has flown by. It feels like we just got here.”
I glance at the time and laugh. “It’s almost like we’ve been in our own little world. How did it get so late?”
Wells shakes his head with a smile. “I guess time really does fly when you’re having fun.”
We reluctantly leave the park and head to his favorite restaurant for dinner. The ambiance is warm, with soft lighting and a quiet hum of conversation. We sit close together in a secluded booth, our knees brushing under the table. Wells’ hand finds mine, his touch tender and possessive, arousing desire within me.
“I’m so glad we’re doing this together,” he murmurs, his voice husky with emotion, his eyes locked with mine in a silent promise.
“Me too,” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper, overwhelmed by my feelings for him.
Chapter 28
DELILAH
Today has been amazing, but I’m ready to go home and put my feet up. Wells has promised me a foot rub even God himself couldn’t turn down, and I can’t help but wonder if it will end like the last massage he gave me…
I wouldn’t mind an orgasm to finish the day off, honestly. This pregnancy has my hormones amped up, I swear I could come ten times a day and still be horny.
