Embry
I sat at the small table, sending a text to Harper with a smile as Trace ordered our food. Since we moved to Tokyo a few months ago, I craved teriyaki all the time and the vegetables that they served. He brought me here for dinner at least once a week to satisfy my cravings.
I loved it and so did our daughter, making me wince as she kicked me. I glanced up to see my husband ordering at the counter, as confident in a foreign country as he was in the states. It made me smile.
I was smitten with him.
I heard the phone chime again and looked down at it. I was due in the next week, and everyone was keeping tabs on me. I was miles away from Gramps, Harper, Trace’s mom, and Ben, but they made me feel loved all the same.
I smiled and sent one more message to my best friend, promising her for the millionth time that she’d get a picture the moment that Talia was born. I knew how much she’d love to be here, along with everyone else, but it was so far. Trace would be done here in about a month, and we could go back to Coronado and introduce our daughter to everybody there.
“Who is it now?” Trace asked with amusement as I looked into his handsome face.
“Harper.”
He placed a tray in front of me, and I all but drooled at the food on it. I was starving, even though I’d snacked just a few hours ago. It was dinnertime, though.
I stabbed a piece of broccoli and chewed it with a moan. Trace raised an eyebrow at me. “She’s convinced that I’m going to forget to send her a picture of the baby.”
“I’m on it,” he quipped as I took a bite of the chicken, trying not to laugh. Trace inhaled his beef and rice as I cherished every bite of the food. “Ben’s been asking a lot about you as well. I think he’s excited about being a big brother. He’s going to be as protective of Talia as I am.”
I nodded in agreement, almost feeling sorry for her when she grew up. “I can’t wait to bring her home and see everybody again,” I said with a soft smile as I sipped my water.
I loved being with Trace and all the traveling that we did. He went where he was needed, and so did I, at least until late in the pregnancy when we’d settled here.
Trace proposed in Paris by the Eiffel Tower, and we got married in Italy with Bryan as a witness, along with one of his other best friends. The church was small and on a hill that overlooked the water.
It was beautiful, and I’d never forget that day, even though I promised everyone a big party to celebrate the nuptials once we were back in Coronado. Gramps offered to host it at the bar, and I laughed at the idea, even though it made sense. It was where our first kiss took place as well as a few other choice memories, and it was perfect.
We finished eating and headed back to our small apartment at the bottom of the hill. We lived near the city and had access to so many great places, including the hospital. Trace was insistent, even though the staff frustrated the hell out of him sometimes.
It was different here, but we wouldn’t be here forever. He reached for my hand as we walked and held it tight, making me feel safe and loved. He always made me feel that way. I glanced at him as we strolled along the sidewalk. I loved him when I was young, just a kid, and now it was bubbling over as I reminded myself that he was mine.
All mine.
Trace unlocked the door and led me inside. A wave of lust hit me like a freight train. I watched him walking, his ass looking good in those jeans. A smile crossed my face. I wanted him all the time, and he gave me what I craved, taking care of my every need. He spoiled me rotten and gave me the world, just like he’d promised.
When he turned to look back at me, he caught my impish smile, and his own spread over his face. “What do you want, wifey?”
“You,” I told him brazenly, not afraid of the desire that I felt for him.
I’d been a bit shy in the beginning, but now I loved the way that he treated my body. He eased up some with the pregnancy, but I asked for it rough. I loved fucking him, but today I just needed him inside of me.
I walked forward and slipped my arms around his neck to kiss him. Our lips molded together as he drew me closer to him, pressing my full breasts into his chest. Trace groaned. He loved how much I’d grown and spent a lot of time with the girls, since they were so sensitive.
Our tongues met in a heated dance as he cupped my ass and squeezed, making me whimper against him.
“I want you so bad,” I murmured against his lips as he claimed mine again.
Trace led me to the small bedroom and ripped off his shirt, revealing his muscles and amazing abs. I licked my lips. I slipped off the maternity leggings as he dropped back onto the bed, kicking off his jeans and resting his hands under his head. Trace loved nothing more than my body on top of his, swollen with his baby. He loved fondling my breasts as I rode him, grinding my clit against his cock to make myself come hard, just the way I liked it.
I smiled as I pulled the loose tunic over my head and watched his cock harden fully. He shook his hips for me. Unclipping my bra, I moved onto the bed and moved slowly to take his shaft into my mouth, sucking gently as his hand slipped into my hair.
It was an interesting balance with my being so huge, but I did the same thing on my knees a lot. It had been eight months since I joined him, but our attraction had only grown in that time, blooming into a full-blown heat.
I was so in love with him, and I saw his feelings in his eyes every time that Trace looked at me. He was my dominant master, as well as my loving, sweet husband, and I loved every part of him.
I sucked him until he was hard and swollen in my mouth before I carefully moved myself to straddle him. I held his cock in my hand before sinking down over him, feeling him spread me open.
His hands cupped my breasts as I moved back and forth over him, needing the feel of him against my clit. One of Trace’s hands trailed down to my hip, stroking me tenderly as I looked down at him with a soft smile.
There were times when we fucked hard, but there were others when we were soft and tender. I knew that I had trouble moving too much now, but Trace always loved me riding him. He always had.
I moved slow and steady over him, staring at his gorgeous body as I pressed my hands to his chest. I scraped my nails against his flat nipples, hearing him moan as he arched his cock into me. It felt so good, and I rocked with him as he guided me with his hands on my hips.
“I love you, Embry.” His voice was soft as he thrust up into me, and I bit my lip. “I love every part of you.”
“I love you,” I moaned as I felt the deep ache in my stomach start to loosen. I was close, and I moved slowly with him as I let out a low moan. “I’m so close, Trace. God, I love it when you’re inside of me.”
“I am going to come, baby. Let go with me.”
He thrust up inside of me, and I screamed his name. He jerked one more time before I felt him filling me, my name on his lips as I dropped over him.
Trace turned me to my side, urging me to roll over with my back to him. Ever since I started showing with Talia, he loved to spoon with me and stroke my stomach. He’d talk to her, telling her stories, or just saying how much he already loved her. I fell asleep many nights that way, safe and warm in his arms. His hands stroked my stretched-out skin softly, making my eyes close as I smiled.
Three days later, I was in the hospital with Trace at my side. The nurse was beside me, telling me to push, push, push. I held his hand tightly and pressed my lips together. This had been painful earlier, but since I got the epidural, I found it to be a lot easier to handle. I memorized every moment and every bit of pressure as Trace told me what was happening. He never left my side, but he’d lean over to look from time to time.
The first time we looked into Talia’s face, I started sobbing and he stroked my hair back. She was small and so beautiful with her head of dark hair and heart-shaped mouth.
Once she was cleaned up, we had a nurse take pictures of the three of us. I sent them to everyone in my life, sharing my joy as Trace held her beside me. I knew that he wanted to bond, but soon he was passing her over to me so I could hold her against my chest and feel how warm she was.
“We did it,” I told him softly as he kissed my hair and then Talia’s tiny head. “We made this.”
“I’m ready to make more anytime you are,” Trace offered, making me laugh as Talia stirred against me. He settled in the chair, stroking her soft hair gently as he watched us, love shining in his eyes.
One month after that, we were stepping from a plane with a tiny bundle of pink in my arms as Trace carried her car seat. We brought everything that we needed right way, and what wasn’t here had been purchased.
I smiled as Harper waved at me from the bottom of the stairs at the airport in San Diego, careful to step on the escalator. Ben was there as well, with Trace’s mom, who hugged me and welcomed me to the family before kissing Trace’s cheek.
I watched as Ben held his sister, a look of awe on his face. He was going to love her like her daddy did, and I wrapped an arm around Trace’s waist before I kissed him.
Everything was perfect as we made our way to the cars to go home. My home, and the place where I was going to have a family and a new life.
The End
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