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pick me up.

It was ridiculous, and at this rate, we were going to have another little bundle of joy on the way in no time.

I felt Jim’s strong hand on my lower back as we took James Jr. up the stairs to the nursery. Jim had converted the spare bedroom and built him a crib. As it turned out, Jim was also a woodworker and all-around handyman, which only made him sexier to me.

I kissed my baby boy on the forehead and set him down and covered him up, then turned off the lights, leaving just the soft nightlight on, which cast a gentle star pattern on the ceiling above him. I’d had one when I was young, so my mom had made sure that he would too.

“We’re so lucky, aren’t we?” I whispered to my husband as he pulled me into his arms.

“Luckiest folks in the world,” he replied.

We’d gotten married three months after my pa got back from Ireland in a quiet ceremony down by Lake Austin. Jim’s parents had come and I’d met them both. They lived over by Dallas but were thinking of moving closer to us next year if they could get a good price on their house.

They were great people. His mom was into organic gardening, something she really wanted to get me into, and his father was fascinated with flying model airplanes.

I’d really gotten into painting as the pregnancy went on and after. When James Jr. would wake me up in the middle of the night to feed, I’d hold him on my chest and pick up a brush with the other and get to work on one of my pieces. Jim had come in many a night to find me slumped over, leaning against my art table, brush in hand, baby in the other, both of us fast asleep.

I was going back to school in a year and was going to be an art major. Jim was going to be working on a project on the other side of Austin, and with my folks so close by and loving my little baby boy, we’d have more than enough help to watch him when I was at class. Maybe in the future I’d even think about doing an exhibit of my work.

Everything was going better than I could have imagined. Who would have known that one night, sitting alone in the park, I would have met the man of my dreams?

I thought I was going to just be another average college student, but then Jim had walked into my life and changed everything. Now I couldn’t imagine going back to that life.

“He’s out,” Jim whispered.

His hands slid down my waist and under the waistband of my sweatpants and cupped my bare ass.

“Mmmm, no panties again?” he asked. “Is this becoming a habit?”

“I didn’t think you’d mind,” I whispered back, turning my head slightly as he kissed me by my ear.

“Mind? I love it.”

I turned to face him and left my mouth open for his kiss. My desire for him flared as it always did, and I leapt gently into his arms. He carried me down the hall to our bedroom and laid me down on the bed beneath him.

My pants were off in a second and then I was tugging his down. He was hard by the time I had them at his knees, and then I had both hands around his incredible erection and was pressing it against my hole.

“God, you’re sexy,” he growled as he lifted my shirt to expose my breasts and closed his lips around my nipple.

I breathed heavy and wrapped my arms around his strong back as he pressed his hips forward and penetrated me.

I gasped softly as he stretched my pussy like he always did, and grasped him by his chiseled jaw and forced him to stare into my eyes.

So handsome…

“I love you so much, baby,” I told him.

“And I love you, darlin’,” he replied.

“You know—back at Thanksgiving—I should have said I was thankful for you.”

“That wouldn’t have made things awkward,” he chuckled.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he pushed deeper and I forgot what I was going to say.

I laid back on the bed, pulled my husband closer, and gave myself over to him like I did every night.

This is the life, I thought as a warm ball of light formed within me and I started to moan.

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