Page 23 of Love Me Forever

I make her an omelet, it may not be the best of the best, but it’s what I know I can make. I add in all the vegetables she likes, spinach, onion, tomatoes, and cheese. I get it all plated along with her beloved coffee, I chuckle to myself. She’s a bear without her coffee, I swear if I were to be jealous of anything it would be the sounds she makes when she has her first sip of coffee.

I walk into the bedroom and set the plate and mug down. I ever so slowly take the ring I put on my pinky off when I see her hand. That’s where I want my ring, forever. I place it on her left-hand ring finger, sure I may be putting the ring on her finger without her knowing, but I know deep in my heart she wants this as much as I do.

“Gorgeous,” I say into her ear, slowly waking her up. She rolls over and the sheet is only wrapped around her waist, “Fuck, you take my breath away.” I can’t help but run my fingers from her shoulders as I kiss her and bring them down towards her nipples. I want to lick them, suck them, and bite them.

“Oh god, Damien. More,” she mumbles out as she arches her back, offering me herself. I slide out of my pajamas and get in bed with her. She opens her thighs, looking down I can see her pussy glistening, the wetness coating her. I slid my cock along her pussy lips, loving the way she works her hips and yearning for more. I bring my cock to her opening and slowly push in, I want to make love to her, nice and slow. She brings her hands up to my shoulders for purchase and I see the moment she sees the karat and a half ring on her finger.

“Marry me Amelia, make me the happiest man alive.” I state as I slowly slide in and out of her tight channel.

“Yes, yes, yes, a million times over Damien. I love you,” she comes up with tears in her eyes, my mouth going to hers. This is us, starting the day out right. Her being mine completely, and me being hers for the rest of time.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Amelia

I’m laying half on top of Damien after our round of love making with a huge smile on my face. I sit up and straddle him. We’re both naked and I love that nothing is between our flesh, especially as I tell him the news, our news.

“I love you Damien,” I take his hand in mine and bring it down to my stomach, our hands holding something so precious inside me. “In about seven and a half months, we’ll have someone else to share our love with,” I say with tears in my eyes.

“Amelia, fuck. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” he questions.

“I’m six weeks pregnant,” I respond.

He brings his hands up to cup my neck and kisses me and before I know it, I’m flat on my back and we’re making love again.

“Fuck, Amelia. Love you all the way to my soul. I’m so fucking happy,” he grunts out while inside of me.

We both come together, this time more intense than earlier this morning. I’m sated and boneless, this bed was made for comfort. I grumble out, “I don’t want to move.”

“Stay home today, I’ll help out at the shop so you can get some rest, I hate that you’re so exhausted right now,” he states.

“Well apparently, this is all normal in the first trimester. The constant tiredness, the needing you so much I ache, and even the few times I was running to the bathroom.”

“Damn it, Amelia. I hate that you’ve been sick and I’m just now finding out. No more of that, please. I couldn’t deal with it if something happened to you,” he states vehemently while looking in to my eyes.

“I promise, I won’t. Not anymore.”

We get out of bed and ready for the day, the coffee I want is long forgotten. Caffeine is now a huge no, I’ll have to somehow go on without it in my life for the next year or so, already knowing I’ll want to breast feed our child.

“I hope today flies by,” I murmur as we head out of the door.

“I’m sure it will, with all the deliveries already scheduled for today and you and Sam preparing all of the extras, today will be smooth sailing,” he assures me and I’m praying that it all holds true.

“Fingers crossed, though our bed is already calling my name,” I grumble out. Damien is laughing.

“Come on, Gorgeous. Let’s get this day done and over with. I have another surprise for when we get home,” he says as he wiggles his eyebrows at me.

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