Six Months Later

Violet

The patter of a steady rain filled the nursery. Sleep tugged at my brain as I adjusted Olivia in my arms when I felt her finally drift back off to sleep. Her tiny little body was curled up happily in the crook of my arms. She smelt of fresh baby soap and fabric softener. My heart soared as I pressed a kiss to her little cheek before reluctantly rising from the rocking chair. It would be easy to fall back asleep with Olivia in my arms on this rainy Sunday afternoon, but I had a fiancé in the next room waiting for me to come back to bed.

Fiancé. Cole Crayton. Mrs. Crayton.

A shiver went up my spine at the titles. Years ago, I had only imagined what it would be like to say those type of things out loud. It still seemed like a surreal dream to say them with confidence.

I settled Olivia back into her bassinet with a smile. She remained steadfast and asleep with the sound of rain. I tip toed out of her bright pink nursery to leave the door cracked open. The distant boom of thunder in the distance filled the entire house as I walked softly down the hallway in the direction of the bedroom.

Settled on his side of the bed, Cole looked up from the newspaper he had been reading through to keep himself occupied while I fed Olivia. My body thrummed in anticipation when I took in his bare and sculpted chest with a patch of hair in the center. He was naked beneath the sheets too from our earlier foreplay before Olivia’s piercing screams had echoed throughout the house.

“Did Olivia fall back asleep?” Cole asked. He tossed the newspaper back onto the bedside table after folding it. “It seems like once we get one schedule down, it all gets changed again.”

“I know,” I said, loosening the silk belt around my waist. “She keeps us on our toes. She also keeps us up all night.”

Cole chuckled at that as I came around to his side of the bed. The silk fabric of my robe parted to give Cole an eyeful. His eyes immediately latched onto the valley of my swollen breasts. A hungry fire filled his eyes all over again.

“Shall we resume what we were doing?” I murmured.

A tent appeared in the sheets between Cole’s legs. He gladly pulled the sheets back to reveal the rest of him. I shrugged out of my robe to let it pool at my feet before climbing back into bed to join him. Our lips met in a hard kiss full of pent up sexual desires from earlier. It was moments like these where we had to make the best of it. We had to absorb every bit of time together in between Olivia’s short lived naps.

Cole insisted on helping too. Which thrilled me to no end. If I stayed up all night, he was up with me helping change Olivia in the dark. He was there to rock Olivia asleep at night while humming a lullaby. There was nothing sexier than watching a man utterly dote on his child.

Blood rushed through my veins while our legs tangled in the process of Cole rolling me back onto my back. Cole’s lips made quick work down the column of my neck to kiss around my swollen breasts tenderly, mindful that they were sensitive with breastfeeding. He cupped them softly before trailing a hand down to the center of my legs. I stifled a moan with my hand as those magical fingers started to rub the way he knew that I liked.

Sex had been a terrifying thought after Olivia was born. For eight weeks, I had settled on pleasing Cole in other ways until we were given the thumbs up to carry on in the bedroom. The first time had been just as heart pounding as the day I had lost my virginity to Cole in his office back at Crayton, Inc. It was going to hurt. I had been so sure of it until Cole made it the best damn sex to remind me what it had felt like eight weeks prior to Olivia’s birth.

I clenched my teeth when I felt my release drawing near under Cole’s steady fingers. This was what I loved about him. He knew how to make it feel amazing every single time. Nothing about our relationship changed either.

“Cole,” I whispered, clutching his broad shoulder with another hand. “Please. Just get inside of me.”

Cole’s fingers lifted immediately at that. He positioned himself happily between my legs, nestling against me intimately. He entered me in one deep thrust. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist to pull him in even deeper. The heat between us roared to life. It pulled me back down into that fiery oblivion of pleasure that I couldn’t imagine my life without. Being touched by Cole was being tainted in a way. Nothing ever compared to the sounds of his ragged pants in my ear, or the way he gripped me as he went over the edge to his own peak. Everything about it was utterly addicting, and it would never get old either.

A familiar tingling sensation started in my toes as it shot up through my legs. I dimly felt Cole’s fingers grip my hips in response to what I’m sure he felt was my own release. Not clinging to reality any longer, I let my eyes slip shut as my release came in a crashing wave that left me breathless and blinking back tears. Good tears. The type of tears that come from the rush of endorphins entering your system.

I forced my eyes open to watch Cole’s face contort in pleasure as his own release came crashing down upon him as well. A vein throbbed in his right temple before he went still before shudders wracked through his body. Tangled together, I savored the sensation of his hard body pressed up against mine while his heart pounded furiously inside of his chest. The sheets and blankets were tangled about our sweaty bodies while we listened to the sound of rain patter away outside. It was quiet and motionless in the Hamptons with the rain storm coming through. It was so peaceful that I dreaded going back to the constant sound of city traffic. Even if Olivia had obviously grown accustomed to the noise and needed it to sleep.

“I don’t want to go back to the city tomorrow,” I said.

“We have to though,” Cole said. He collapsed on the mattress next to me with a sated sigh. “I have meetings to attend to on Monday morning.”

I smiled at the lack of enthusiasm in his voice. “The CEO never gets a day off these days it seems, does he?”

“I should complain about my lack of vacation days, huh?”

“At least you got some time off with Olivia. That was a plus even though you did Skype meetings.”

“The boss can be a dick sometimes.”

We both fell into a fit of laughter while the boom of thunder filled the house again. Cole sat up on the bed with a reluctant sigh. “I suppose we should get up and shower before heading to your mother’s rained in party.”

“I’d rather stay here like this,” I said, sighing. “You know, I love my parents, but I still hate going to these parties. I feel like a bug under a microscope.”

“It’ll eventually dwindle down,” Cole said. “The housewives here will find something else to gossip about.”

He rose from the bed to pad into the bathroom. I watched his taut ass cheeks flex as he walked before disappearing behind the bathroom door. The shower turned on a minute later, but I still couldn’t find it in me to escape the nice wrap of blankets and our life away from the public eye.

Our engagement had made the headlines six months ago. Front page on several newspapers and tabloids. There had also been an internal investigation into Crayton, Inc. for how Cole handled his relationships with employees at one point, but he never backed down from our relationship. He didn’t care what people said about us.

I wished that my mother would take a page out of his book.

This rained in party was all about show as usual. She accepted Olivia with open arms, but I kept her distant from our wedding plans. Cole and I had it all under control. We wanted our private autumn wedding upstate with a few close friends and family. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn’t want my mother to manipulate the situation in any way possible to save her reputation. The only thing that kept my mother at bay anymore was my father who encouraged her to accept that Cole and I were getting married. We were going to be husband and wife with a beautiful family.

I grabbed the baby monitor from the bed stand to bring into the steamy bathroom. I set it on the vanity before slipping into the large shower with Cole as he washed away soap from his body. He arched a suggestive eyebrow at me. Heat surrounded me all over again, and none of it came from the hot water.

“Is Olivia still asleep?” He asked.

“It appears so,” I said, and closed the glass door behind me. “Should we make the most of this quiet moment again?”

“You bet, baby.”

He leaned in to kiss me when my stomach gave a surprising lurch. I held up a hand to still Cole as I sucked in a deep breath to keep myself steady on two feet.

“What is it?” Cole asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Violet? You look pale.”

I didn’t know what to say besides that my stomach felt like it was about to turn itself over from nausea. “I think I just need to sit down for a moment.”

Cole pushed the shower door open to make sure that I sat down on the vanity chair without slipping on the sleek tiles. I stared at myself in the foggy mirror. It was a strange thing how one minute I had felt perfectly fine, but now I felt sick to my stomach and cramped up. The last time I had felt this way was when—

The realization slammed into me then. I gripped the edge of the vanity as I mentally counted down the last time I had even had a period. We have been given the clear a few weeks ago to have sex, but neither one of us had made the conscious decision to use birth control. I had trusted that breast feeding lowered the odds of getting pregnant.

“Cole,” I called out, heart pounding. “I think we need to have someone grab a pregnancy test from the store.”

“Pregnancy test?”

“Yes,” I said. “I-I-I think I’m pregnant. Again.”

The shower turned off immediately as Cole stepped out of the shower to wrap a towel around his waist. He took one sweeping glance at me before pressing a wet and warm kiss to my forehead.

“I’ll get one myself. Be back in ten minutes.”

I managed to shower properly with cold water blasting my hot skin. Another baby. The thought made me feel dizzy with joy and shock. When I stepped back out wrapped up in a thick towel, I found Cole in the bedroom with a cooing and happy Olivia in his arms. He nodded to the box on the edge of the bed.

“You might be a big sister soon,” Cole told her, grinning down at Olivia. “Yes. You might be a big sister.”

I paced the steamy bathroom anxiously for a few minutes before grasping the pregnancy stick to read it. Positive. Must be 3-4 weeks.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, fanning a hand over my face. “Cole, it’s positive!”

Cole pushed the bathroom door open a second later. Tears glittered in his eyes as he looked at the stick in the palm of my hand. With Olivia smooshed between us, he leaned in to press a long and passionate kiss to my lips.

“Our happy family,” he said.

I pulled back with tears in my eyes too to smooth a hand through the soft fuzz of Olivia’s hair.

“Yes,” I said. “Our happy family is getting bigger. We are blessed.”

“Very blessed.”

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