Page 81 of Fighting For Light
“I’m going to get your water all dirty.”
She laughs and lifts her head. “That’s kind of the point of a bath, babe.”
“Well, in that case.” I reach for the back of my shirt to pull it off, then walk to the other side of the tub and carefully lower myself into the warm water, facing her. It sloshes around and spills over the side. I drain some of the still water before adding more warm water. Cordelia’s eyes trace my every movement as I slide my legs under hers so the backs of her knees rest over mine. Dipping my hand in the water, I grab her foot and start kneading it.
“How do you like the house?” I ask her.
“It’s nice, but there’s no color.”
I shrug and focus on her foot. “I’ll paint it whatever color you want.”
She smiles with her head leaning back against the edge of the tub. I put her foot back in the water and reach for the other. Digging my thumbs in her arch, she moans, and heat thrums through my body. “That feels so good. I love this bathroom, by the way. It’s really pretty.”
“Thanks, I designed it myself.” I move my fingers to the ball of her foot, and she hums.
“Did you do the kitchen, too?” she asks.
“Yep,” I tell her.
“Your mom didn’t help, seriously?” she questions, lifting a brow.
I sigh and drop her foot. “Okay, fine. Mom basically designed the kitchen, but I really did do the bathroom.”
She laughs and sinks further into the water. “Well, I like it. I’ll make it pretty in no time.”
“I’m sure you will,” I tell her. I grab her knees, pulling her closer to me. Her legs bend, so she’s almost straddling me. I put both hands on either side of her belly and rub it gently as she drapes her arms around my neck. I slide my hands from her belly to her lower back and gently massage the muscles.
“That feels so good. My back is so tight.” She moans in my ear, and everything tenses. I’m trying to keep my head in other places, like painting the house and all the baby stuff downstairs, but my wife is extremely distracting.
I feel her smile against my skin. “If you don’t like the house, though, we can move if you want,” I tell her, trying to ignore the heat of her against me.
“No, I don’t want to,” she says, laying wet kisses up my neck and sliding her hand over my chest. “Kai, I don’t care where we are. You are my home.”
My pulse leaps, and I smile into her shoulder. “You are my heart, gem. You always have been.”
She rolls her hips against me, and my hands drop from her lower back to her butt.
“I love you, and I think it’s time for us to christen this house,” she whispers before diving into me. I push her against me, and she whimpers into my mouth.
I grin and kiss her quickly again. “Soon, but I have a surprise for you.”
She leans back, holding onto my shoulders. “A surprise?”
I nod and kiss her neck, helping her out of the tub. I follow behind and grab towels for us out of the cabinet.
After we dry off and get dressed, I take her downstairs to all the various-sized boxes stacked on top of each other in the living room. “I swear, I did not order this many clothes, Kai.”
I chuckle and hold her hand, pulling her towards the boxes. “Even if you did, I wouldn’t care. This is what I ordered…for you.”
“Is it furniture?” she asks, looking at the boxes as she walks around them, draped in her grandma dress.
“Not completely,” I say over my shoulder, grabbing a box cutter from the drawer.
“The anticipation is killing me,” she says sarcastically.
I lean over the box to open it. I don’t know what exactly it is, but before opening it, I stand and look her in the eye. “If you don’t like it, tell me. We can return it.”
“Okay,” she says, drawing out the word. I lean back over the large box and open it, then toss the packaging from the top, revealing a stroller.
