Page 104 of Blindsided
She presses her forehead to mine. “I’m really happy.”
I inhale deeply, breathing in the scent of her. “You know I’m going to buy you a pony when we get married, right?”
“God, don’t joke!” Freya cries, throwing her head back dramatically.
My smile grows. God, I love this woman.
A Few Years Later
“Christ, I’m fat and happy,” Mac states as he pokes his tiny pouch of a stomach and turns away from the full-length mirror in our walk-in closet. He strides over to where I’m lying on our bed and sticks his belly out. “This right here…Pure dead brilliant happiness.”
I snort out a laugh as I prop my hands behind my head to inspect him. The man is hardly fat. He’s been retired from football for two years and is working as a developer for a video game company in London. His desk job may have softened his abs just a bit, but he’s still clearly a former athlete, even with his little pouch. The lucky bastard.
Although, I can’t truly complain. I’m the lightest weight I’ve been in years. Not skinny by any means, but certainly smaller than I was before. Breastfeeding is apparently a miraculous diet plan.
I sigh heavily. “I’ve been pondering how many years I can get away with breastfeeding Fergie because being able to eat whatever I want while the weight just keeps falling off is quite a treat.” I cross my legs and wiggle my toes, admiring that I can see them again. There was a spell during my pregnancy that I thought they were going to be gone forever. “If I had known breastfeeding worked this well, I would have let you knock me up ages ago. Breastfeeding Fergie through primary is probably not allowed, right?”
Mac’s face twists up in disgust. “I think if you like this breastfeeding diet plan so much, you should just decide to breastfeed me and leave the babe out of it.”
“You’re a disgusting pervert,” I snap. “Come to me.”
He hits me with a boyish smile and bounds over to the bed, wrapping his ink-stained arms around me, arms that are now peppered with my name and our six-month-old’s name, Jacob Fergus. He nuzzles his face in my bosom and murmurs, “Or maybe I’ll just keep you barefoot and pregnant until my balls fall off.”
I smile and squeeze Mac into me. “Mmm, that sounds nice.”
“We could start practicing now.” Mac slides his whiskered face across my chest. “I’m tired of Fergie being the only one who ever gets to see your tits.”
“God, we really need to discuss boundaries before Fergie is old enough to understand the ridiculous things that come out of your mouth.” I groan while still relishing Mac’s wonderful weight on top of me.
Mac growls and begins peppering my neck with kisses, his lips wrapping around my earlobe before his teeth bite into the flesh. “Come on and bed me, woman. Your ears are on fire, and the lad is going to wake up from his nap soon.”
“I really should work,” I groan, wrapping my legs around his hips because my mind and my body are at war. “I need to look at the latest shipment that just came in from China. They finally sent my plus-size pet pyjama line.”
“Oh, good. Hercules and Jasper have been so embarrassed sleeping naked on the floor all these years,” Mac mocks.
I smile and run my fingers through his hair. We named my thirtieth birthday present Jasper in honour of the man who stepped aside from our date to let me get engaged to my best friend.
We really are sick in the head.
“How about you put off the pyjamas until tomorrow and you play a game with me instead,” Mac says, his voice taking on a mischievous tone.
“What kind of game?” I ask cautiously.
Mac waggles his brows. “I was thinking strip poker.”
I shake my head, and then an idea comes to mind. “How aboutNever Have I Ever?”
Mac looks around our bedroom. “We don’t have any alcohol.”
“Obviously,” I state, sitting up, so I’m seated like a pretzel on my side of the bed facing him. “That’s bad for the breast milk anyway. How about instead of drinking, we kiss if we’ve done it?”
“Kiss where?” Mac asks, a lewd smirk spreading across his face.
I roll my eyes. “Our lips.”
Mac ponders this for a second, then asks, “Upper lips or lower lips?”
“God, you are the worst!” I yell, reaching over to slap him on the chest. “Upper…for now.” I giggle excitedly.
