One year later.

I sit back in my chair at my parents’ formal dining table and wipe the tears from my eyes, trying to rein in my laughter at the story Cara’s mother is telling about when Cara was a little girl at a restaurant. Apparently, she’s always had a naughty streak because little five-year-old Cara liked to run around in nothing but red cowboy boots.

I lean into my wife and nibble at her ear. “Maybe you can take a trip down memory lane with me later?” I wiggle my eyebrows and lower my voice. “I think I could get down with fucking you while you wore nothing but cowboy boots. Maybe you can even lasso me up and tie me to the bed.”

Cara gives me a shocked look like she can’t believe I’m sitting here talking about fucking her in front of my parents and her mother, but I can see the idea gets her excited.

I let my breath tease her neck as I tangle my hand in her hair and continue to whisper. “I bet you're wet for me right now, aren’t you?”

I know if I snuck my hand under the tablecloth and up her dress, she’d be dripping. And it only makes me want to dive in for a taste. Dinner’s over—it’s time for dessert. And her pussy is my favorite kind.

“Oh my god, Liam,” she says softly, her hands resting on her stomach while her breasts heave with her suddenly panting breath.

I chuckle. It’s been even easier than normal to get her wet and ready since her pregnancy hormones have kicked in. And I have to say, Cara pregnant with my child is such a fucking turn on. I want to put a baby in her every chance I get now. She’s so fucking hot, and lately, she’s been insatiable in the bedroom. I have zero complaints.

“All right, you two,” my dad says, amusement in his eyes. “Knock it off over there or you’re going to inspire me to take your mother upstairs a bit early.”

I groan loudly. “Fuck, Dad. That is not an image I want in my head.”

He just laughs. I feel like I want to disappear in my seat when my mom looks at him with obvious lust in her eyes. And I swear to all things holy that her hand is most definitely in his lap.

Ugh. Fucking awkward as hell. But I have to admit, the old man still has it. He’s a fucking silver fox, and I know I come by charm naturally. His heart attack hasn’t seemed to put a wrench in their sex life, that much is clear.

“So,” I say, clearing my throat and glancing pointedly at Cara’s mom. Though I think she’s grown pretty used to my father by now. In fact, I think she finds him charming. I don’t even know. “Moving on…”

I look at Cara with my eyebrow arched, asking silently if she’s ready for our announcement. She nods happily, and I slip my hand into hers, intertwining our fingers.

“We have an announcement,” I say with a grin.

My mom’s hand reappears on top of the table. Thank fuck.

I look from my parents to Cara’s mom, and they’re all watching me in anticipation.

“We’ve decided on a name for the baby.”

A chorus of excitement goes around the table, and I look at my gorgeous wife. “Would you like to do the honors?”

She smiles at me, and my heart squeezes in my chest. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the fact that this girl is mine. Forever. I’m the luckiest man alive, and I make sure she knows I know it. Every single day.

Squeezing my hand, Cara’s gaze lingers on mine for a minute, then she looks at our parents. “We’ve decided to name him after the men who mean so much to us. The men we want to honor.” She pauses, drawing out the anticipation. “Lucas Tate Donovan.”

Everyone sighs collectively and murmurs how wonderful and that’s perfect. The women’s eyes are damp, and I swear I see a little glimmer in my old man’s eyes too.

Leaning over, I place a soft kiss on Cara’s lips. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

She kisses me back. “Me too.” Then she grins wickedly and whispers, “But until he arrives, I think we need to make use of our nights. I think I just might have some rope somewhere.”

“Is that so?” I ask with a smirk. Then I stand up, saying more loudly, “Mom, Dad, Mrs. Dawn. I’ve enjoyed this dinner immensely, but I think it’s time I get my darling wife home and into bed before she overdoes it.”

They don’t even pretend to not know why we’re leaving. What can I say? I love my wife. And I love to fuck my wife. Every chance I get. And everyone knows it. I don’t care one bit. Because I’m the luckiest bastard in the world to have this amazing woman by my side every day and in my bed every night. And I don’t ever miss a chance to let her know exactly how I feel.

We say goodnight and head out to the waiting limo. Once inside, Cara starts stripping down immediately.

I laugh. “Anxious little thing, aren’t you?”

She winks at me, then reaches into a box I didn’t notice on the seat and pulls out a pair of red cowboy boots.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. When did you get those?”

She laughs. “I may or may not have encouraged my mom to tell that story.”

“Hmm. So sure I’d be dying to live out a cowgirl fantasy, were you?”

She arches a brow like I’m crazy. “You forget how well I know you, Liam Donovan.”

With a growl, I pull her toward me in nothing but her cowboy boots. “Fuck, you’re so perfect. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she says softly, then her eyes go dark with lust. “Now get those clothes off and show me.”

So I do. And when we get home, I show her again. And again. And I plan on showing her just how much for the rest of our lives.