She giggled as she turned in his arms, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. “That sounds like the mother of all plans, but I have no Oreos here and our babies are in the car. Let’s go.”
He wrapped his arms around her waist, her belly pressing against his growing erection. A contented grin sat on his face as he stared into his wife’s eyes. It had been six years since he had gotten his love back, and to his surprise, it had come not only in the form of this gorgeous woman but also a little boy who held his world. The years had been great to them. They were very blessed with happiness, more children, and a marriage that no one could touch. She was still exquisite as ever, her caramel eyes piercing as her sweet mouth curved in such a delectable way. She was everything he ever needed, even when she was stubborn and difficult.
He loved that about her.
“Well, how about this, baby?” he started, gathering her tighter in his arms, pressing his nose into hers. “I get you home after the game, put on the bath since your back will be hurting, and then I’ll get the kids to bed before making sweet love to you?”
“With Oreos?”
He grinned. “And I’ll get you Oreos.”
“You’re the best husband in the world.”
“I am,” he said with a wink. “Now apologize to Rob before he quits on you.”
“He would do no such thing,” she said as they locked pinkies before walking out. “He loves me.”
“The hell you say,” Rob called, crossing his arms across his chest. “I’ll love you again when you are done being pregnant. You know what? Can I get it in writing that this is the last kid or I’m quitting?”
Lucas chuckled as Fallon rolled her eyes. “Last one, I promise.”
“I need that in writing. Really. I can’t handle this anymore.”
“I’m not that bad,” Fallon said, glaring.
“Yes, you are,” Lucas and Rob both said.
“But I love you,” Lucas said to save his own ass, but Rob didn’t care. He defiantly shook his head.
“I love you, but you are driving me insane. How many more days? Eight?”
Fallon held her stretched-to-the-max stomach with her other hand and let out a breath. “Seven, unless I can talk the doctor into getting her out on Monday.”
“I’ll be praying,” Rob sang and Fallon smiled.
“Me too,” Lucas said, kissing her cheek. “But we need to go.”
They said bye to Rob before making their way out of the winery’s business suites and toward their car that held their family. Opening the door for his wife, he helped her in as Stella cried out, “Mommy!”
“Hey, sugarplum,” Fallon cooed as Lucas shut the door, running around to get in himself. It was colder than Antarctica, but with only thirty days till Christmas, it was expected and wanted. The kids were hoping for a white Christmas, but with Tennessee, it was always a surprise. He hoped for their sakes it was since he loved when his kids were happy, but he wasn’t holding his breath.
Jumping into the truck, he said, “Jesus, it’s cold.”
“I hate it,” Fallon complained under her breath and he smiled, but then he noticed as she moved, she cringed.
“You okay?” he asked, pulling out of the parking spot.
She shrugged. “My sides and back are killing me for some God-awful reason.”
“Well, you are pregnant. You’re not in labor, are you?”
She scoffed. “Please, Emery is not going anywhere. She is stubborn.”
“Like her mother,” he said with a knowing grin, but Fallon didn’t seem to think he was funny.
“Mom, you’re okay?” Aiden called from the back, and when Lucas looked in the mirror at his almost teenaged son, his heart hurt a bit. He’d missed so much of his life, but it just meant that he made every single second with Aiden count. He was his best friend, and Lucas was thankful for that. He was worried time would hurt them, but it was love at first sight for the two.
“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m sure it will pass,” she said, waving him off. “You ready for your game?”
“He’s gonna score me a goal!” Asher shouted out.