It was our second day in Languedoc, and our first return to the South of France since our wedding three years earlier. The villa was one of our favorite homes.

A short distance from us, our Chef was working the grill and the smells of meat cooking filled my nostrils. With my eyes shut and a pair of sunglasses shielding them from the late afternoon sun I lounged in the warm infinity pool overlooking the deep blue of the Mediterranean.

My kids, there were three of them, looked very small playing together on the beach beyond. They were watched by Mr. and Mrs. Boothsworth. Yup, they made it official and tied the knot.

Sliding the sunglasses up to my head, I looked down at the woman clinging to me. Her beautiful gold hair was damp and clinging to her neck from an earlier swim. My arms were spread out as I leaned against the edge of the pool, while her arms were around my neck and head rested on my shoulder.

Every inch of her was plastered to me, my cock resting against her stomach, was slowly getting harder and harder. She felt my gaze, and lifted her head to meet my eyes, a dazzling smile across her lips. This woman had plucked me from the dark, lonely hell that was my life and put me into a brand new world full of light and color. She single-handedly changed my life.

Loving all of me, even my scars. She even managed to change Zackary’s fear of me. One day, when he was six, he asked me to show him my scars. I took off my mask and he looked at me for a long time, then he smiled and said, “Charlotte was totally right. They are like one of the paintings hanging in the modern art gallery she took me to.” I laughed then. Only Charlotte could ever come up with the idea that my ugly face was a work of art.

“Sleepy?” I asked her.

She nodded lazily.

I brushed her hair behind her ears. “We just got up from a long siesta. Why are you already exhausted?”

She looked at me from underneath her lashes. It could have been the sun in her eyes, but I was going to take that as an invitation, and I never passed up invitations from my wife.

Holding her neck in place, my tongue slipped into her mouth and danced with hers, teasing, tasting, and loving. Putting both my hands into the water, I grabbed her cushiony ass to crush her hips to mine.

She ground herself against me. Rock hard, I let lust guide me as usual to the threshold of pleasure. She was my drug.

When I came up for air my mind was made up, I was going to take her right here in the water. I shifted position, her back replacing mine against the wall of the pool. Shielding her from view, I turned towards the cook.

“Édouard,” I called.

He turned to look and I gave him a wave with my hand. He got the message and nodded.

Grabbing her thighs, I pulled her feet off the floor and wound them around my hips. A beautiful moan sounded in her throat as my swollen cock settled in the crook of her delicious cunt.

She bounced her hips, her head thrown back in brazen delight. I loved seeing her this way, completely woman. She kissed me fervently, showing her love for me once more in a way that words could not express. As always it humbled me.

I pulled my cock out of my trunks underneath the water, and slid her bikini bottom aside to allow it access to its home, but, she blocked it! Halfway out of my mind I searched her gaze for a reason. The furrows in my forehead were her warning that it had better be a good one.

“I have something to tell you,” she said.

“You can try to speak when I’m fucking you, otherwise it has to wait,” I growled. I tried to push against her once more, but she stopped me with surprising determination. Holding me at bay she sought to lock my gaze with hers.

“Baby,” I complained.

She cracked up in laughter.

Finding nothing at all amusing I watched her impatiently.

“I’m laughing at the term of endearment,” she said.

“What?” I asked.

“Because I'm not sure which of us exactly you’re referring to …”

I backed away from her then. When women resorted to speaking in riddles. “This better be worth the interruption otherwise you’re not going to be able to walk for the rest of this trip.”

“How will you explain my temporary inability to walk to the kids?” she asked.

I looked ahead at the twin girls and baby boy assisting Zackary at the castle he was making.

“I don’t owe them one.”

She leaned forward and whispered into my ear. “What about the one currently with us?”

My heart stuttered to a stop. “What are you saying?”

Her gaze on me was searing, threatening to fry my brain to fucking ashes.

“You’re fucking pregnant?”

She couldn’t hold back her smile. Pure unadulterated joy ripped through me.

“Really?” I shouted in disbelief.

She nodded, her eyes gleaming. “Yes, I’m fucking pregnant. Although, I have no idea how it happened. We only fuck like seven times a week.”

Tears rushed to my eyes, I lowered my head and rested my forehead against hers.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice softening at my unexpected reaction.

She cradled me like one of our children. “Just to be sure, are these happy or sad tears? Because I know you’re already struggling to find enough sleep with the colony we’re raising.”

My response was soul deep. “I never expected in my life that I would know what it feels like to be this happy.”

She leaned away to stare into my eyes. “Oh, Brett. I am the luckiest girl in the whole universe.”

“Thank you,” I said, the tears falling silently past my scars. She put her hand out to wipe them away, the warmth of her touch on my face that had once chased away the cold felt like silk. “I love you with all of my heart.”

At that moment tears filled her eyes too. Then she said back the words that I would never get tired of hearing, or take for granted. “I love you even more.”