All these thoughts are going through my head, and when the sun comes up, I’m still sitting here, longing for her, waiting for her to wake up.
When she wakes and starts to stretch with a smile already on her face, my heart calms a little. When she notices me sitting across the room, her smile drops. She looks at the empty space beside her and then back to me. “Did I hog the bed?”
Shaking my head, I get up and move to sit beside her. My cock is already hard, and I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I’ve been hard for her all night.
She looks at the tent of my shorts and tries to hide her smile.
I shrug my shoulders. “It’s been like that all night.”
With the blanket around her hips and her hair tousled, she looks even more beautiful this morning. When I don’t immediately answer her, she reaches for me. “Well, Cole, if it’s been like that all night then why did I sleep alone?”
I tell her honestly, “I wanted you again, but you were sleeping so deep, I didn’t want to wake you.”
“So you moved to the chair?” she asks in confusion.
I stroke the stubble of my chin and smile at her. “I didn’t trust myself next to you.”
My answer must make her happy, because she leans toward me and kisses my chest.
With her cheeks flushed, she says softly to me, “I’m up now. Let me freshen up and then we can”—she clears her throat—“uh, you know.”
I watch as she slides off the bed and pads off toward the bathroom. She still has on my T-shirt, and seeing her in it gives me all kinds of ideas.
When she comes back out, I stand up to meet her, unable to hold back anymore. “You look good wearing my name,” I tell her.
She looks puzzled, so I tug on my shirt that she’s wearing, pulling it over her head and holding it out for her. She looks at it and back up at me. “Prince? Your last name is Prince?”
I nod, pulling her against me.
She rests her chin on my chest, looking up at me. “Well, it suits you.”
I laugh, because we both know the truth. “I’m no prince. More like a beast.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and threads her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck. “You’re MY prince.”
Her words gut me, and I have to clear my throat before I can agree… because I’ll be her everything if she’ll let me. “Yeah, yeah I am.”
Epilogue
Hope
One Year Later
I can hear his voice on the baby monitor, telling Cole Junior to pipe down because they didn’t want to wake Momma. Just hearing the way he talks to our son softly makes me smile.
CJ is only a month old and still isn’t sleeping through the night. Usually, Cole gets up and brings him to me to be fed. When they never come, I slide out of bed and pad across the hall to the nursery. Leaning against the door frame, I watch my two men. Cole has our son lying against his chest as he pats his back.
A year ago, if someone had told me I would be married and a momma within a year, I would have told them they were crazy. But that’s what I am, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
When CJ falls back to sleep, Cole lays him back down in the crib. He walks over to me, not surprised to see me standing in the doorway. Seeing my handsome husband without his shirt on still causes butterflies in my belly. “I was waiting for you.”
His arms go around me, and he kisses me deeply on the lips. When he pulls away, he whispers to me while leading me back to our bedroom, “He wasn’t hungry, so I changed him and put him back to sleep.”
I tilt my head to the side and look at him in awe. He’s the absolute best father and husband. He puts all of our needs before his own. I can’t stand it anymore, and when we get to the bed, I run my hand across his chest. “So we’re up. Now what should we do?”
He grabs my hair, pulling my head back gently before kissing my neck. His hot breath caresses my skin and hearing him murmur, “I have a few ideas” sends trembles down my body.
Shivering in his arms, I hold on to him tightly. “I’m game.”
I can feel his lips turn up into a smile against my skin. “Oh, I know you are, Mrs. Prince.”
I pull back to look into his eyes. “I love you, Mr. Prince.”
“I love you too, baby.”
THE END