Chapter Thirty-Five
Lucy
My bag drops with a heavy thud on the kitchen counter, and the jingle of my keys is the only sound in my quiet house. Bailey is spending the night at her dad’s and Hunter is stuck at the gallery. After the long day of handing out coffee to tourists, I’m ready for a glass of wine and my cozy bed. I slip off my jacket and my sweater before heading to the wine fridge to grab a bottle of wine. With my glass in hand, I kick off my shoes as I make my way to the stairs. Next goes my dress and my leggings. My panties land on the floor in the hallway, the trail of clothes acting as a treasure hunt for Hunter when he gets home. I drape my bra over the handle of my bedroom door.
I flick the lights on and I smile to myself seeing Hunter’s bottles of hair gel and cologne, and his tooth brush sitting on the charger at the sink that has stood empty since I bought the house. Hunter has pretty much moved in. His clothes are hanging in the closet, and his favorite coffee mugs appeared in the kitchen the other day. He spends every night here with me and Bailey. I haven’t officially asked him to move in, but I haven’t told him not to keep bringing his stuff over here. I love waking up in the morning with his arms around me and coming home to him every night. The emptiness that used to haunt me is gone. I wake up every day with a smile on my face. Hunter makes me so damn happy.
While the bathtub fills with warm water and bubbles, I run my hands over the stacks of Hunter’s t-shirts sitting in the closet, deciding on which one to wear to bed. Hunter loves it when I wear his clothes. I take one from the stack, a blue New England Patriots vintage tee, one of Hunter’s favorites. I drop the shirt down on the counter then climb into the tub and sink into the warmth. The lavender bubbles send me into a tranquil trance. That could also be the wine.
Just as I sink further into a relaxed bliss, I hear the click of a camera, and I instantly know Hunter is home. Having a photographer for a boyfriend is like living in a zoo with people constantly taking your picture. I’ve actually grown to like it. My hate for having my picture taken has turned into a love for it. Maybe it has to do with the fact that Hunter is taking them, and the way he has of making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. The things I used to hate about my body I now love, because he has made me see myself in a new light. The walls of the house mainly had pictures of Bailey, and now they are filled with pictures of the three of us, and in the bedroom, there are a few sexier ones of Hunter and me.
My eyes open and there he is, standing in the doorway of the bathroom with his camera in one hand and my panties and bra in the other, with the sexiest smile on his face. “Hey handsome.”
“Hey beautiful. How’s my girl doing?” My heart skips a beat at his question.
“I’d be doing better if you were in this tub with me.” I barely get the rest of the sentence out before Hunter is setting his camera down and running straight for me. In his haste to get to me, Hunter doesn’t bother to take off his clothes before he jumps in the tub, sending water and bubbles flying all over himself and the bathroom floor. “Hunter, you are crazy!” I squeal with laughter.
He reaches a hand behind his head and pulls off his wet shirt and tosses it to the floor. “I’m crazy about you.” His smile radiates across his face as he bends down and seals my lips with his.
My hands work open his wet pants and tugs them down off his hips. I giggle into our kiss as Hunter struggles to get his pants all the way off. He relents and breaks our kiss to huff and growl at his predicament. He finally stands up to get his legs free then he slams the wet fabric down on the floor and returns to his place between my legs. Our bodies come together in one long so slow thrust. I run my hands through Hunter’s thick curls. “How would you feel about moving here permanently?” I ask while kissing down his face.
“I think you already know my answer. I’ve been sneaking my stuff in for the past couple weeks.” He kisses my giggling lips and accentuates his point with a deep thrust. “I want to spend every day of the rest of my life with you.”
“Good, because,” I pause ready to tell him I’m ready for more than just moving in together, “if we are going to make a baby, I need you here with me.” His cock pulses inside me, and I know he approves with my reasoning. I don’t care that Hunter and I aren’t married before we start having kids. It will be a beautiful celebration of our love for each other bringing a baby in the world. I love Hunter with all my heart, and I want to give him everything he’s ever dreamed of, because that is what he has done for me.
“Are you really ready to have our baby?” When he says “our baby” it brings tears to my eyes. It’s never been him or I with Hunter. For him, everything he has done is for us and for our lives together. Beneath his shallow womanizing ways and closed off manner was a good man with a big heart. I was the one that opened his heart and brought that good man back to life, and that is something I will never take for granted.
“I’ve never been more ready.” I bring his lips back to mine, sealing my promise with a kiss.