“Hey, honey,” I called out as he made his way through the door.

He came straight over to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. He lifted Elliot from my arms and hugged our son close. “And hello to you too, Tiger.”

“Daddy! Daddy!” Elliot wound his chubby little arms around his father’s neck.

I stepped back to just watch them, a big-ass smile spreading out over my face. My life was so unbelievably perfect. Sometimes I had to pinch myself to make sure it wasn’t all just a dream. “Here, let me take him and you can go get washed up for dinner,” I suggested, plucking our son out of his arms and pointing toward the bathroom. “You’re covered in oil.”

“Just bringing home the bacon for my little family,” he said with a grin.

I grinned as I watched him leave. I don’t know why he felt he had to work at the garage while we were on vacation even though he was earning big bucks now. Still, I was glad we came out here. I had enjoyed bonding with some of the people I’d been to high school with again. Even Julie, despite the fact I had bailed on her wedding and married someone she disapproved of, she had come around eventually. When both of us became pregnant at about the same time, her competitive streak kicked in again, but quite frankly, she could be as competitive as she wanted to be. Yeah, sure her nursery was better than mine, but so what?

My parents nearly had a heart attack when they’d found out I was pregnant when we weren’t even married. It had been a shock to us too, but we had made it down the aisle before Elliot had turned up… just. That had been just over a year ago, when the two of us had headed out of town to get married in secret, knowing that we didn’t want a huge to-do.

Cheap, simple, quick and just the two of us. I wore a white summer dress and he had on a shirt, tie, and jeans. I had a picture of the two of us next to the altar, beaming so hard our faces hurt.

Having a grandson was the excuse Mom needed to come down and visit me. Things were a bit awkward to start with, but there was nothing like a baby to bring people together. Mom was amazing with him, so good in fact, it took me by surprise. I think we’d become better friends. I kind of understand why she was so mother-hen protective when I was growing up. I want to wrap Elliot in cotton wool and pop him somewhere safe so he never has to break a limb, or suffer any harm. I could only hope I didn’t become like my mother.

Even Dad was learning the ropes after avoiding childcare the whole time I was growing up. And they had both come around on Jesse as well, even if it had taken some time. Dad said as long as Jesse was taking care of me, he was family to him. Well, I considered that as a great step on a long road.

Wayne had been the one who had come through the hardest for us since the baby came along, which surprised me. Jesse had told me enough about the shit he was involved in to make me initially very skeptical about having him around, but he seemed to be a man of great depth. He never spoke much and hardly smiled, but when Elliot was put into his arms, he seemed to melt. I felt bad for him. It was clear that just like Jesse, he’d had a bad childhood and he suffered inside. I wished he had a good woman. He visited a few times and sat sharing a beer with Jesse out on the porch. There was still a whole lot going on between them that much was clear, but they were working through it as best they could, and I wasn’t going to question it.

Jesse emerged from the shower as I was setting the table for dinner, and I let my gaze linger on my husband for a second. He had lost a little weight recently, because he had been overworking to finish a project before our vacation, and his muscles were even more pronounced than normal as he pulled a shirt on over his torso.

“What’s for dinner?” he asked, taking a seat.

“You, preferably,” I teased.

He grinned as he picked up Elliot’s little plastic spoon and started to feed him. “I told you before, baby. Don’t start what you can’t finish.”

“Promises,” I mocked.

He cocked an eyebrow. “You never learn do you?”

A thrill of excitement went through me as we went about the rest of the evening in a flurry. Jesse took over the childcare while I washed up. I listened to them playing together in the next room while I got everything done, and wondered how my life would have turned out if I had not caught Mark cheating on me that day. I would have married him. I shivered with revulsion. Dad always said, every dark cloud had a silver lining and he was right.

Jesse put Elliot to bed just as I put away the last plate. I yawned and stretched just as he caught my hands and pulled me to him. I giggled as he tugged me against his chest.

“I’m hungry,” he said playfully, brushing his nose against mine.

“You just had dinner,” I replied, pretending I didn’t know what he meant.

“Yeah, but I haven’t had any desert.”

“Do you know I’ve been wet all night?”

“God, Mia,” he groaned.

With a secret smile, I slipped my arms around him and kissed him softly. Ever since we dealt with what had happened with his father, he seemed so much lighter, more playful than before. He scooped me off my feet.

I giggled into his mouth as he carried me to the bedroom and laid me down on the big double bed where, not counting what we did in the car, we had our first proper sex session.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he breathed into my ear as he peeled off my pants, along with my underwear, and tossed them aside.

“Me too,” I confessed, as he worked his way down my neck and began to strip me bare. I loved that he was still so vocal about wanting me, loved that he found even my post-baby body sexy. Loved that he loved me… That I loved him.

He slid down on top of me when we were both stripped bare, and kissed me deeply as we pushed against one another. Even now, he had the ability to make me feel like a teenager. As if the two of us were back in high school and just couldn’t get enough of one another.

He ran his hands over my legs and I let my nails rake down his back, drawing a little moan out of him. I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him back so I could kiss him on the mouth. I was craving him, craving all of him.

“Let’s make another baby,” he murmured in my ear.

I remembered with a shock of excitement that we had agreed to give it another try now that Elliot was old enough to hold his head up. It meant no condoms, which I was all there for, and it meant that we had to go at it all the time, every chance we got. And it meant, of course, that we would soon be expanding our little family, extending the love to a whole new person. “Yes, let’s make another baby,” I cried eagerly.

His eyes shone with excitement as he tugged my hips back, pushed my legs up, and slid into me.

“Oh,” I gasped.

He covered my mouth and planted a kiss on my forehead as he began to thrust inside me. “Shhhh,” he said. “Elliot’s sleeping.”

“Then stop making it feel so good,” I teased as he began to move inside me, to really move.

He pressed his forehead to mine as he thrust deep into my pussy, filling me, going all the way in. I hooked my ankles around his neck and drew him deep inside me. The connection that ran between us was so intense it almost pushed me over the edge right there and then. There was something so deeply profound about sharing this with him, about knowing that the two of us were making another child together. Sexy in the strangest way, an intimacy I had never shared with anyone else and never would with anyone but Jesse.

“I love you,” he breathed into my ear, as though reading my thoughts.

“I love you too,” I whispered. After that, I lost myself to the lovemaking, holding him as close as I could, rocking back against him, over and over again, until I felt the pleasure rising inside me, cresting like the top of an erotic wave. His body was warm and gentle against my own as he guided me sweetly to an edge where I plunged over.

I moaned as I came, my pussy clenching around his cock as the pleasure spread out through my body like the warmth of a fire. He plunged into me a couple more times before he reached his own release, and I felt him come inside me. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but I had a good feeling about this time. I had a feeling it could be that we’d made our second baby together.

Slowly, he slid out of me and lay back on the bed.

I put my legs in the air.

“What on earth are you doing?”

“Keeping your cum in,” I replied with a grin.

He raised his head from the pillow. “Oh, don’t worry about that, baby. I’m going to be filling you with a whole lot more cum in a few more minutes.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this again,” I murmured, with a little laugh.

He stroked my hair back from my face and slid an arm around me. “I can,” he murmured, kissing my collarbone. “There’s nothing I want more than having a football team sized family.”

I laughed. “Excuse me, you don’t have to push that football team out of your dick.”

He winced.

I laughed. “God, how I love you, Jesse Cooper,” I repeated for the millionth time.

He smiled widely, as if he’d won the lottery by hearing those words come out of my mouth. He lay his head back on the pillow and just looked at me, like I was something impossibly precious, impossibly rare that he didn’t want to take his eyes off of for even a moment.

“I love you too, Mia Cooper.”