Page 155 of Trapped
“Will you feel better if I promise to pick up your favorite ice cream on my way home?”
“Maybe.” I laughed as I straddled his hips. “I’d feel even better if we had some fun before you left.”
He never said no. He couldn’t always take his time, but a quickie was nothing to complain about.
“You, my gorgeous wife, are insatiable.” He ran his hands down my sides, tickling me with his feather-light touch.
When I giggled, he sat up and kissed me until my giggles turned to moans.
Then, he flipped me onto my back. “I’ll have to set my alarm an hour earlier if this is how you want to start your days.”
I wasn’t a get-up-at-the-crack-of-dawn kind of person, but for this… Yeah, I’d get up early for orgasmic bliss courtesy of Nathan.
Afterward, I lounged in bed while Nathan showered.
We didn’t start every day like this, but the pregnancy hormones were making me crazy horny. It was probably too soon to blame them, but I didn’t care.
Nathan and I started baby-making practice the day he left the hospital. It was an exercise in creativity, making sure we didn’t rip open any of his stitches.
Which we only did once.
I’d stopped taking the pill because of my earlier scare and was waiting for my next cycle to restart, but after a discussion we decided I wouldn’t take them anymore and he wouldn’t wear a raincoat.
As a result, Baby Blaszek was conceived about the same time as Nathan’s romance-novel-worthy second proposal.
We’d vowed to love, honor, and cherish each other in a small ceremony two weeks after said proposal. The late September weather was perfect, the fall colors made everything beautiful, and our friends and family made it a day we’d never forget as we celebrated in Gran’s backyard.
No muss. No fuss. Just our friends, a Justice of the Peace, and Prince, because of course Gran insisted he attend. She even bought him a tie for the occasion. Prince wasn’t the only nonhuman at our wedding. Kroupa brought Havoc.
When Gran insisted on introducing Prince to Havoc, I expected chaos. But Havoc was far better trained than Prince, and he sat perfectly still while Prince checked him out. WhenKroupa released him, he nosed the tiny cat, making us all laugh when Prince fell over. They’re best buds now, and whenever Kroup comes to visit, he brings his wife and his dog.
After the ceremony, we celebrated with a potluck party and lots of beer.If anyone noticed that I wasn’t drinking, they didn’t say anything.Who am I kidding? They noticed. Stupid PIs and their ridiculous observation skills.
The only person we’d actually told about the pregnancy was Gran. She was beside herself with joy, knowing she’d get to meet her great-grandbaby. More than once I heard her warning Prince he’d have to play nice with the baby.
I didn’t have high hopes for her demon cat playing nice, but then again, I’d never had a cat. Technically, I still didn’t. Prince was Gran’s cat, though Nathan and I still helped take care of him. John had eventually solved that mystery, turns out a couple abandoned the little guy when they moved.
I couldn’t imagine someone abandoning a cute, sweet, cuddly cat like Prince.
Yes, I thought he was both cute and cuddly, and a demon cat. Sue me.
Thanks to Nathan, Gran was using a cane at our wedding. He’d hired a nurse to help Gran during the nights, but we didn’t need her for very long, thanks to Gran’s upgraded therapy. It was a blessing and a curse. She was stronger and moved faster, but she wielded that damn cane like a weapon.
Nathan thought it was hysterical and taught her how to use it properly as a striking tool.
A choice he quickly regretted because she thwacked him regularly for not calling her Gran. Something he finally did after we exchanged our vows.
“Aren’t you working today?” Nathan asked, interrupting my walk down memory lane.
“You know I am. We’re meeting to make sure everything is perfect for the fundraiser tomorrow.”
I loved my job at the Wyatt Foundation, and now that I didn’t have to worry about Gran’s medical care or paying rent, I was happy working part time.
It gave me time to work on my romance novel. Which I’d finally told the girls about during our last girls’ night out. Though I still hadn’t let anyone read it. When I told them I wanted to finish it first, I was only half-lying. My nerves were the other reason.
I let Nathan read it, and he thought it was funny. Which gave me hope, since I was writing a rom-com about three sisters and their small-town shenanigans. He especially liked the spicy scenes and said he’d be happy to help me make sure they were realistic.
I lost track of the number of times we did research in our studio, and the number of times I thanked God the offices below us were empty from five to nine.
