“We love you guys,” I finished for her, letting her cry into my chest. My love was emotional, and it was something I envied in the best possible way.
“Y’all are sappy shits,” Les groaned, her eyes full of tears. Mari dabbed hers and so did Tays. The guys’ faces were red and Cars sobbed like the emotional best friend he’d always been.
Royce just stared at us with pride, a dad watching his kids all grown up.
We started giving out gifts and by the end, everyone was so happy and cheerful. Cars cried over the car we’d bought him. Knowing for the longest time he’d wanted one.
Cars was somehow our kid in this scenario. The more I thought of him that way, the more I wanted to adopt one with Andy someday. Knowing we could have as many kids as we wanted, made me want to share our love unconditionally, with a child who needed a family.
“I have one more gift,” Andy announced from my lap. She’d been sitting here for a while, her little cries and laughs perfect against my skin. Feeling the way she felt was everything.
She stood and grabbed a bag. Coming toward me, she lowered to her knees and the sight made my dick hard. Right now wasn’t the time to have this ravenous hunger for my woman, but I couldn’t stop looking at her, wanting to be inside her.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” she said, handing me the bag. It was light, and when I dug inside, there was another bag and a gift wrapped in tissue paper.
“The bag first,” she instructed, pointing at the tiny bag. Opening it, I pulled out more tissue paper and chuckled at how tiny this bag was.
Inside sat a guitar pick, one with the words “baby’s first pick.” Flipping it over, I noticed the back was engraved too. “Baby Reaver Coming Soon.”
My eyes met hers immediately, the knowing smiles all around us didn’t matter, because her tear-shone eyes told me everything.
I was going to be a dad.
My little demon was pregnant.
She was having my baby.
Gripping her delicate throat, I brought her mouth to mine. It wasn’t until she wiped at my face that I realized I was crying.
“You’re pregnant?” I asked. Her eyes, as wet as mine, stared at her, and she nodded.
“Now your other gift,” she nudged, but I couldn’t stop kissing her, touching her, wanting to touch her stomach, fuck her with my happiness. Too many emotions overwhelmed me and her touch only made my skin flame more. She kissed me back and everyone around us erupted in laughter and joy.
The room quieted as my heart rang loudly in my ears. Andy came back to my lap, sitting while I unwrapped the gift. Her eyes scanned every facial expression I offered and when I pulled out the tiny jacket, my heart ran rampant against my rib cage.
On it was a patch that said, “My daddy is a rock star.” A choked feeling lodged in my throat and I felt this sensation I couldn’t explain hit me in the chest, racing up my throat, and making me feel like I couldn’t breathe.
It mixed with a happiness I’d become fond of and I pulled Andy’s mouth to mine before lifting her and dragging her out of the room.
“Going to go make baby number two. You can stay, be jolly, and whatthefuckever,” I yelled at them, knowing our bedroom was soundproof like every room in this house. I dragged my woman to our bedroom.
Setting her down, I kissed her all over. Removing her clothes wasn’t a rush, it was a slow necessity. I stripped her bare, piece by piece, taking my time to look at her. She wasn’t showing, but I didn’t give a fuck. I’d keep kissing her there too.
My lips hit her stomach and I kissed her, holding my head to her stomach. I wanted to get her pregnant for months now and the fact that she already was meant everything.
“How far along are you?” I asked, kissing her stomach over and over. She wiggled and our gazes locked.
“Thirteen weeks,” she stated. My eyes widened, surprise filling them with warmth.
“You’re not showing,” I mentioned, touching the soft skin of her stomach. She frowned, rubbing her flat stomach.
“I know, but the doc said it’s normal.”
“Do we know what we’re having?”
She nodded, but she also shook her head. “I know this sounds weird, but I don’t think we should gender our kids. Raise them without gender until they’re ready to decide.”
My eyes widened at the concept because I never thought of it, and it was something Cars had mentioned before.
“I’m okay with that,” I agreed. “More than okay.”
She nodded, her face filled with happiness. “We’re having a baby,” she mused. I leaned down, kissing her hard.
“Now I’ve got to practice giving you another,” I whispered against her stomach. “Let me make love to you.”
She nodded softly. “But if I end up wanting it to be rough, you best give me—”
“Is my little demon being demanding?” She immediately nodded.
“I’m pregnant,” she said sternly. “Make me come.”
“Anything for you, little demon. Any fucking thing you want.”
Chapter Sixty-One
The Prayer – Andrea Bocelli & Celine Dion
Eight Years Later
Madden
“Daddy!” little Royal yelled at me. My son ran toward me, his tiny feet hitting the grass as they tapped on the way to me.
“Yes, little one?” I asked, seeing how his eyes lit up. It’d been six years since Andy had him. Seven since she had Asper. We adopted our sweet Adelaide and Nadia, who were only two years younger than Asper.
Little Royal peered at me, his heterochromia eyes sparkling in the light. One was fully green and the other was split horizontally down in the middle by brown. His eyes were one of my favorite parts of him.
“I really want chocolate milk,” he said, placing his finger over his lip, tapping methodically, like he knew what I’d say but wanted to seem innocent.
“Did Momma tell you no?”
His eyes widened a smidgen, letting me know she did. We were getting ready to eat dinner with Royce and Tays. They were together now, taking it as slow as Andy and I did. Sarcasm. We didn’t take it slow.
Tays kept him on his toes and he made her blush every shade of red with his dirty mouth. I laughed, thinking of them and how Royce popped right out of his shell after Tays and he hooked up the Christmas before Royal was born.
“I don’t think we should disobey Momma. She kind of likes it when you’re a good boy.” He pouted, his little rosy lips puckering in the most adorable way.
“Please, Daddy, I want choco milk,” he repeated, sounding even younger. I kissed his forehead, absorbing the heat it brought, loving that none of my kids’ touches made me uncomfortable. Since having Asper, something in me shifted. My protectiveness over my kids multiplied and even when I went on tour with the guys, we made sure the trips were short.
I never left without the whole family and I always spent every second with them.
I picked him up, carrying his little wiggling form inside toward my wife. She stood in the kitchen, her hair naturally brown once more, curly and spunky the way I loved it.
Her eyes met mine and she raised a delicate brow. “He asked for milk?” I nodded and she faux frowned at Royal, her eyes alight with humor.