Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
“Always.”
Biting her bottom lip with excitement, she turned in my lap until she was straddling me. “I’m already ready,” she murmured hotly against my lips.
Heat flushed through me with anticipation as I gripped her waist. “After this one, we’re knocking you up again.”
She laughed against my lips as she unzipped my jeans. “Let’s just see how we get on with this one.”
I grabbed her hand, the one with the ring, and brought it to my mouth to kiss her wrist. “I want to marry you this week.”
Monroe froze. “I … I thought we were going to wait until after the baby. Plan a proper wedding.”
“I don’t want to wait. Do you?”
She shook her head, a different excitement on her expression. “I don’t need a big fancy wedding, Brodan. That’s not me.” Her eyes widened with an idea. “Let’s get married, just you, me, and Lachlan to officiate … in the turret.”
A rightness moved through me at the plan. “I love it.”
Monroe beamed, wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me close. “So we’re getting married this week?”
“This week,” I promised.
“Okay, now that’s sorted, let’s get it on in our new home.”
I grinned. “Get it on? You’re so romantic.”
“I know.” She laughed against my lips and then kissed me. Deep. Sexy. Needful. Then she pulled back, suddenly serious as she promised in a husky whisper, “Only you, Brodan.”
“Only you,” I vowed in return.
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THE END… ALMOST…
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Epilogue II
A YEAR OR SO LATER …
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LACHLAN
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Robyn had shoved the bedcovers off in her sleep, and I stared broodingly at her long, bare legs. Her sleep shorts had ridden high, and I could see the curve of her perfect arse, while her tee had hiked up, revealing her stomach. Impatience rode me as I stood over the bed with the phone to my ear.
“You’re sure it’s normal?” Brodan asked, his voice raspy with lack of sleep.
Grasping on to my patience and sympathy when all I wanted to do was hang up and make love to my wife before our child wakened, I nodded and replied quietly, “At six months, Vivien screamed and cried whenever Robyn left the room. It’s just separation anxiety.” He’d called me at five in the morning because Monroe was unable to leave their six-month-old son without him wailing. He wouldn’t sleep unless she was there, and this was a new development.
“Right.” Brodan still sounded troubled.
“Look, if it’s bothering you that much, call your health visitor to ask her for some advice.”
“Nah, nah, I’m sure you’re right.”
I thought of what I’d done with Vivien’s cot during that time. “Why don’t you bring Lennox’s cot right up to Monroe’s side of the bed? That way he can see her, and they can both get some sleep.”
They’d named their son after me. Lennox was my middle name. I’d not only been privileged to marry them in the castle turret that I’d forgotten had been their place as children, but they’d honored me by naming my nephew after me.
Which was why I was being as patient as I was right now.
Brodan sucked in a breath. “Aye, that’s what I’ll do. Thanks, Lachlan. Sorry I woke you.”
“Don’t be. You can call me anytime …” I smirked as my eyes lingered longingly on my wife’s magnificent legs. “Just not anytime in the next hour, all right?”
My brother chuckled. “I hear you.” Then he groaned, “Fuck, I miss my wife.”
Understanding, I assured him, “The first few months are the hardest. Trust me, you find the energy and time for each other again.”
“I’m clinging to that reminder,” he joked. “Anyway, I’ll let you go. Talk soon.”
We hung up and I placed my phone on silent before settling it on the bedside table. The baby monitor beside it barely crackled, informing me my wee angel was still asleep in the next room.
Which was great news for Mum and Dad.
Anticipation and heat thrummed through me as I stared down at this woman who had become everything to me. If I’d thought I loved her before we had Vivien, I was shocked to discover how much more I could adore Robyn Adair after she gave me our daughter. I had friends whose marriages fell apart once they had kids … but ours had only strengthened. Robyn was so calm and collected in the face of the exhaustion and stress of being parents to a newborn. Her patience awed me. We’d cared for each other during the transition from two to three, and it hadn’t pushed us apart at all. Vivien had bound us so tightly together, we were two halves of a whole.
Needing Robyn, I whipped off my pajamas and pushed the duvet cover aside. She shifted in her sleep, lashes fluttering with dreams. I didn’t consider leaving her to sleep. My wife had woken me in the middle of the night last weekend to slake her lust. I grinned at the memory and curled my fingers into her shorts and knickers.