Life really had no meaning for me without the love of a woman and the laughter of my children filling my head.

And that’s what I had.

I was the luckiest fucking man in the world.

I pulled Eva in closer to me, buried my face in her hair, and closed my eyes as I inhaled. She smelled incredible and felt so damn good in my arms. I slipped my arm around her and spanned my open palm on her belly. She was big and round with our fourth child. I was insatiable when it came to her and filling her with my cum; putting my babies inside of her only made me want her more.

I wanted her constantly, and seeing her healthy, glowing, and pregnant with what was mine, had proprietary need and possession claiming me.

She’d always be mine, no matter what.

Eva was due in about a month, and although she was probably sick of me wanting her like a fiend, she always let me have her. But then I made sure I had her coming twice before I got off.

I started rubbing her belly and felt my baby kick. I smiled. God, I loved this. She placed her hand on mine.

“I didn’t wake you, did I, baby?”

She hummed softly and turned around to face me, although she made a little grunting noise in the process. “No.”

Her sleepy smile had my cock getting hard once more. I knew she could feel it prodding her thigh, but she didn’t give me a hard time about my voracious appetite when it came to her.

The years had gone by in a happy blur for me, and I did my best to make sure Eva and my kids were happy, safe, and cared for. I was the provider, and although Eva was more than welcome to work, she preferred staying home with the babies.

I rubbed her belly again, and my little girl kicked again.

“You think you can handle this baby girl, Dex?” She had her eyes closed, but a little smile covered her face.

With Jackson, our five-year-old, and Harlow and Mav, our twin three-year-old boys, this baby girl coming into our lives was another blessing. But it also had every protective instinct coming out full force in me.

“If I can handle you, I can handle anything.”

She opened her eyes and chuckled.

“But I do have some ground rules.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“No dating for her until I’m dead.” Eva chuckled a little harder. “And if a guy comes to the house asking her out, I’ll show him my gun collection right before I break all of his bones.”

She started laughing, the sound hitting me right in the chest. Seeing her carefree, even if she thought I was joking, had me feeling so fucking good.

“You don’t even own any guns,” she finally said, and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

“I’m buying stock in an arsenal as soon as she’s born.” I leaned in for a kiss. I slid my hand along her neck, cupped the side of it, and tilted her head back to really delve inside. She tasted sweet and fruity, and my cock jerked in response. We were both naked, and her big tits pressed against my chest.

“I’m sure the boys will be pretty protective of their baby sister, as well.”

I grunted. “They better be.”

I started kissing her again, and as the seconds passed, all I thought about was this moment.

“God, I could take you again right here, baby.” But I wouldn’t because she had to be sore from the loving I’d given her just half an hour ago. I picked up her hand and kissed her ring finger. Her wedding ring scraped against my lips, and I kissed the rock again.

“If I could marry you all over again, I would, baby.”

She smiled, her sleepy expression taking on a heated, more aroused look.

“Want to pretend it’s our honeymoon again?”

I chuckled, and I was more than willing to give that a go. It might have been years since we’d gotten married, but for me, it felt like the first time every time with her.

This woman and my children were the reason I lived.

I looked down at Eva, seeing the love reflected back at me.

“What?” she whispered after I’d been staring at her for long moments.

“I love you so fucking much.” I smoothed my fingers over her cheeks. “I’d die for you. Do you know that?”

She leaned forward an inch and kissed me softly. “I know.”

Pushing down the blanket, I exposed her bared, rounded belly. I leaned down, ran my lips along her flesh, and framed her roundness. She ran her fingers over my hair, and I shivered at her touch.

My wife.

My life.

“Are you still happy?” I asked. I asked her this same question often, not because I didn’t think she was, but because I loved hearing her response.

“More than I could describe in words.”

“You’re mine,” I said and looked up at her. I pulled her closer and just held her.

There was nothing more important than the woman in my arms, my baby in her belly, or the sons she’d given me.

“It’s you.” I stroked my fingers along her arm. “It’s always been you.” I leaned down to kiss the soft skin on her shoulder. “And it’ll always be you.”