One month later

The Brooklyn Botanic Gardens is teeming with fragrant flowers, their ruby reds and sunburst oranges forming the backdrop for Mackenzie’s “I do.”

I stand beside my best friend as she pledges to love Campbell for the rest of her life.

By his side are his brothers, and my gaze lands on the one I love.

A smile stretches across my face when we make eye contact, and I can’t look away from Miles’s blue eyes, his sexy grin, and the love I see written on his face for me.

By the way, falling in love is certifiably magnificent. I was more than ready to go it alone in life, to take on motherhood and business and anything else all by my lonesome. I’m sure I would have done fine. I’m more certain though that doing life with Miles will be so much better.

Once the ceremony is over and pictures are taken, we dance, and we eat, and we toast.

As night falls, Ben yawns and starts to fall asleep on his father’s lap. Soon enough, we leave, heading home.

To our new home.

Alan and Gloria are perched by the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the park, their tails twitching in tandem as they stare at something only cats can see in the night.

“I’ll put Ben to bed,” I say, then I give Miles a wink. He knows what that means.

I take Ben’s hand, walk him to his bedroom, and find his jammies. He rubs his eyes and climbs onto his mattress. “Can you read me a book, Roxy?”

“Of course,” I say, reading him a bedtime story till he’s sound asleep. I turn off the light, tuck the sheets around him, and close the door.

I sigh happily as I walk down the hallway to my new bedroom. I don’t miss my place—it’s just a place, after all. Our home feels like exactly what it should be—home.

With Ben in the land of nod and Miles waiting for me, this is everything a home could be.

When I reach our bedroom, Miles is lounging in boxer briefs on the bed. I wiggle my eyebrows. He holds up a bottle of lotion and says seductively, “You ready?”

I hold up my fingers. “Give me five.”

I kick off my shoes and slide off my dress, take a quick shower, and then slip on panties and a tank top that stretches over my bump.

I return to the bedroom and give my man my best seductive voice. “Rub my feet good, Miles.”

I flop down on the bed and moan in pleasure as he administers one of my favorite things as a pregnant lady—a foot rub.

* * *

A little later, he tugs me under the sheets and wraps his arms around me. As he layers kisses along my neck, he says, “You know what I was thinking when Mackenzie and Campbell said I do?”

“Mmm. What were you thinking?” I murmur, pushing back against him. One touch, one kiss makes me sizzle.

“How much I’m looking forward to fucking my wife.”

I smile as I rub my ass against his hard-on. “It won’t be much longer till you can do that,” I say, since we’re tying the knot in a few more weeks.

“But tonight, I think I’d like to fuck my fiancée.”

“Is that so?” I ask playfully, reaching my hand behind me to grip him. “Oh yes, you definitely want to fuck me from the feel of this.”

He slides my panties lower, glides his fingers between my legs, and groans. “Seems like my fiancée wants that too.”

He proposed to me the night I moved in, asking me over the dinner he made me. That was how I wanted it—simple. I didn’t want to make it a big deal. After all, we’re pretty committed already. But I do like the ring, and I like what it symbolizes—us and forever.

And when he positions himself behind me, his big spoon to my little, I like, too, how extraordinary every touch from him feels. I’m still a live wire with Miles, and I suspect I always will be.

As he squeezes my breasts and rocks deep inside me, I moan and murmur and whisper his name in one long, needy breath. Because it feels spectacular to be with him like this—free and honest and wildly in love.

As he sends me to the edge, I tighten, gripping him harder.

“Come with me,” he urges, and that’s all it takes.

I shatter, and seconds later, he’s with me on the other side.

When we come down from the high, I turn to face him, kissing him, smiling giddily. “Why do you think it feels so good every time?”

He runs his hands over my curves. “I love fucking you because I fucking love you.”

Yes, some things in life are easy.