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Annie
Bax pulls a stool over to the kitchen counter to make me get off my feet while he rolls the cookie balls with the kids. They’re all in here now— three boys and two girls—and I’m wondering if there’s going to be any cookie dough that makes it to the oven. They’re very liberal with their ‘tasting bites’.
As I sit back and smile at them all together, I rub a hand over my growing belly, feeling the little one inside me move about. I love this part of pregnancy where it’s just you and your bump being one with each other. It makes me feel more connected with our brood, remembering what it was like to carry them, while also feeling extra swoony toward my husband because he’s given me more in the last decade than I ever wanted for myself. He’s given me love and children in abundance, but he’s also given me daily support and encouragement while also remaining the supreme piece of eye candy he was on the day we met.
I don’t know how he does it. He eats more cookies than all of us combined, but somehow, he’s still ripped as ever. And I’m the lucky one who gets to lick those delectable abs of his.
Lord.I have to press my knees together. Pregnancy makes me incredibly horny, and having the hottest husband in the whole of Falton Falls doesn’t help the matter much either. Not that Bax would ever complain, he has the libido of a man who’s just spent a year at sea with nothing but his hand to keep him company.
Not that I’m complaining either.
When the cookies are done and the kids are happily enjoying their spoils with a cold glass of milk, Bax and I relax on the couch together while he nuzzles against my neck. “You know what tonight is, right?”
“New Years Eve,” I say with a smile. “The beginning of another wonderful year together.”
“Should we take Nina up on her offer to babysit so we can hit the festival this year?” I’m still selling cookies at a New Years Eve stall, but I have staff I pay to do that for me now. The business has grown in the last decade, and I eventually had to accept more help. But it means I get more time at home with the family.
I turn and snuggle into him. “The only thing I want to do when the clock strikes twelve is bite my knuckle while I writhe beneath you.”
“Oh, babycakes, you’re gonna get me embarrassingly hard if you talk like that. We’ll need Nina to watch the kids just so I can ravage you all night.”
I giggle. “Now,that’san idea,” I say, pressing my lips to his in a sensual kiss. When I first met this man, I struggled to believe he could love me for the woman that I am. Over the years, he’s not only proven that he loves everything about me, but he’s also taught me to love myself. Completely. Exactly the way that I love him.
