Page 77 of His Wild Storm
Wilde looked up at me with wide eyes. “What’s going on?”
“We’re doing something for your mom,” I told him.
He was bouncing up and down on his toes before I even got all the words out. When I pulled out one of my sketch pads where I had drawn out my idea, including the floral peel and stick wallpaper on one of the walls, his arms went up in the air, and he let out a whoop of approval.
I wouldn’t have been able to get everything done in a few hours without everyone’s help. Wilde was right at my side the entire time, wanting to be involved in doing something for Haven. The love he has for his mom is beyond sweet. He might not fully understand it, but he knows how brave and strong she is.
When Haven got home, Wilde pulled her right to her new space. Watching her face take everything in was fucking perfect. She was very appreciative of the work everyone put in for her. Coming home to her working in her office while Wilde reads or draws is the perfect end to any day as far as I’m concerned.
With the memory buzzing along my skin, I head toward her office, thinking it is where I’ll find my family. Usually, Haven plays music while she’s working, but maybe Wilde is taking anap or something. I don’t know, it’s strange and the longer the silence in our house persists, the more jittery I feel.
I glance inside Haven’s office to find it empty and worry creeps in as my heart starts to pound in my chest. I rush into our bedroom and freeze in place.
There Haven is.
She’s sprawled out on the bed wearing a very lacy, and barely there, piece of lingerie. The bra part isn’t really there at all, but it holds her tits up while the cutouts present her pink nipples that are fucking begging for my mouth.
“Fucking hell,” I breathe out as I look at her.
My cock gets hard a little fast and I stumble a little bit before I’m able to grip the door to ensure I don’t fall over. I blink, half expecting the vision in front of me to be a figment of my imagination, but she’s still there, with a coy little smile on her lips.
“You look good enough to eat,” I growl and step closer to her.
“Happy Birthday, Knox,” she murmurs, her blue eyes soft with love.
I glance into the hallway behind me and ask, “Where’s Wilde?”
“He’s spending some time with Tenley, Kessler, and Ian. I think they have some shopping plans to get you a present.”
I look back at her and my mouth tugs down into a frown. “I don’t need any gifts.”
“But you’re going to let our son show you how important you are to him and how important your special day is,” she counters.
“Well, shit,” I grunt because when she puts it like that, I can’t argue with her.
“I wanted to talk to you about something important,” she says as she shifts on the bed to kneel in the middle of it.
“Okay,” I grit out through my teeth and take a step closer to her.
“I’ve gone off my birth control.”
Once again, in a matter of minutes, I’m frozen in place. My brain literally malfunctions as it tries to process her words. Instead of being self-conscious the longer I’m silent, her smile gets bigger and brighter.
“Did I break you?” Her voice is innocent as hell, but the look on her face is far from it.
She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
Even though I don’t trust my voice quite yet, my cock is fully on board with what my woman is suggesting. My hands shake as I pull my clothing off. The fabric flies around the room as if I’ve been caught in a tornado.
Maybe I have been.
When I’m naked, Haven is biting her lip to stop herself from laughing while her blue eyes sparkle with joy. It’s a beautiful thing to see.
As I step up to the edge of the bed, I reach into my nightstand and pull out a box. “I’ll make you a deal, my little storm,” my voice is husky as hell, but it can’t be helped at the moment.
Haven’s eyes dart between mine and the box I’m holding in the space between us. “What kind of deal?”
“I’ll put our baby in you,” I pause and snap the box open, “if you agree to be my wife and I slip this ring on your finger.”
