We’re still young. We have plenty of time, but the thought of her carrying our baby, that turns me on like nothing else can.
“Coop.” Her voice is raspy as her eyes lock in on my hardening cock. “Stop thinking about it.” She laughs. The husky sound washes over me.
“I can’t help myself, Mrs. Reeves.” I smile at her. We’ve been married for a few months and I still can’t stop calling her that. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of it.
“You drive a hard bargain with just that look.” She points at me. “But that…” Her eyes drop to my cock. “That ups the ante.”
“I’m good with practice,” I tell her, wagging my eyebrows.
I want a family with her, but I know she has so much she wants to do with the foundation. As long as she knows that I’m ready when she is. I won’t pressure her, but if I’ve learned anything over the years, it’s to be transparent with her about what I want. Her. Our kids. Our life together. What more could a man ask for?
Epilogue Reese
Reese
He has no idea how hard it is for me to tell him we’re not ready just yet. I want nothing more than to start our family. At the same time, this foundation is my baby. He created this for me, and together, with his support, we’re building something incredible that is going to help thousands of children in need.
“So, this summer?” he asks.
“What about this summer?”
“We start trying?”
“How many are we talking?” I ask him.
“At least two. I mean, if you’re willing, we can try for a football team.” He gives me a huge grin and a wink to go with it.
“Um, no.” I chuckle.
“Two maybe four.”
“Two to four, huh?”
“Can you get on board with that, Mrs. Reeves?”
“Yes.”
He nods. “No pressure, baby. I just want you to know where my head is at. I can’t wait to make babies with you.”
“I want that too.” In life there are no guarantees, and it’s too short to keep putting off the things you can do today until tomorrow. I want to live every moment with him. That includes building our family. “This summer,” I agree.
“Yeah?” I don’t know that I’ve ever seen his smile so wide.
“Yes. That gives me time to hire more help with the foundation, and then we’ll start trying.”
He moves from his lounger to mine, pulling me on top of him. “Tell me about the foundation. Where are we?” Just like that, he’s putting on his supportive husband hat. He’s always willing to listen and offer suggestions, but he leaves the major decisions to me. What he doesn’t realize is that I value his opinion. It’s not just me, but us who’s building this foundation. Together we’re making a difference.
“I have so many plans. We’re going to give all the kids a bag of their own for their belongings. I want to do social trips, individual shopping trips to get them the essentials. Make hygiene, such as haircuts, a priority to make them feel better about themselves.” I stop and smile at him. “Sorry, I get carried away.”
“I love your heart, Reese Reeves.”
“You should. You keep it beating.” The words are barely out of my mouth when his lips fuse to mine. He nips at my bottom lip, and I open for him. His hands roam my body, and I melt into his touch. He flips us over so my back is on the lounger as he hovers over me. His large muscled leg slides between mine, and I moan at the contact.
“We should take this back to the room.”
“Not yet,” I say breathlessly as I rock my hips against his thigh.
“Fuck,” he moans. “In the room, now,” he says, pulling away. His chest is rising and falling at a rapid pace as he stares down at me with nothing but desire in his eyes. “Come with me, Mrs. Reeves.” He gathers our stuff in one arm and holds the other hand out for me.
Placing my hand in his, he guides us back to the room, and that’s where we stay the remainder of the day.
Wrapped up in the sheets.
Our hearts entangled.
Bliss.