My hand flies to my mouth, and he kneels down on one knee in front of me. I reach for his hair, my breathing is getting heavy and he takes my hand placing the ring box in it. As we are immobile in this moment, it’s as if the room around us spins. Everything moves so fast, except for us.
“Arion, you have made me the happiest man in the world on so many different levels. You challenge me, you defy me, you motivate me to be a better person, and most of all, you love me unconditionally. I bought this ring a while ago and knew I would ask you when the moment was right. Well…that moment is now. You are going to be the mother of my child and you complete me on every level humanly possible. I love you more than anything. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I instantly repeat.
He opens the box, and inside is a beautiful, round-cut diamond ring in the most exquisite setting. It’s laced and sprinkled with so many diamonds that I can’t fathom it on my finger. Bain pulls it out and slides it on me. It fits perfectly.
“Baby?” I yell for Arion.
I get no response, but then again, this house is huge, so it is hard to hear. We are finally all settled in Miami. Things are comfortable and we both love it here. I finished my first NBA season and won Rookie of the Year. I led my team in scoring and assists making the playoffs. We got knocked out in the first round but still it was a great year. Now it’s time to focus on getting ready for our baby boy, who is due any day now.
“Baby,” I call her again and head up stairs.
“I’m in here.” I can tell right away she is in the baby’s room. Of course she is.
“What are you doing in here?”
“Laundry.”
“How many clothes does the kid need?”
“A lot. Look at this,” she says, holding up an itty-bitty Miami Heat jersey with my number and name on it.
“Holy shit, that’s awesome. Where did you get it?”
“Your mom mailed it to us.”
“She’s the best. How are you feeling?” I ask her, sitting on the floor in front of the ottoman she has her feet on. I begin to rub them as she starts to talk.
“I’m cramping a lot. The Braxton Hicks contractions haven’t stopped all day, but I guess it’s my body just getting ready.”
“I know. I can’t believe he’ll be here any day.”
“God, I know, time really flies.”
“Yeah, it does. Have you decided on a name yet, beautiful?”
Her face scrunches and she puts her hand over her stomach. Her wedding set gleams, almost blinding me. We got married in Costa Rica when we went with my parents right after I proposed. She didn’t want to be showing in the pictures and I just wanted her to be my wife, so Costa Rice was perfect.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
“Yeah, they stopped. I was thinking we could name him after my dad, Aaron and I was thinking his middle name could be Kins for Kinsey. Aaron Kins Adams.”
“I love it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now, hang these up for me.”
“Yes, drill sergeant.”
“Don’t call me that. I just don’t want the baby to come home to a house that is in shambles.”
I can’t help but chuckle at her. “This place is far from shambles…it’s seven thousand square feet of prime waterfront real estate,” he says with a huge grin on his face.
“I do love it here.”
“Me too.”
I sit back down and rub her feet. “God, that feels good,” she says.
“Yeah, what about this?” I ask her, kissing the top of her foot, then I begin trailing kisses up her calf and thigh.
“Mmm, I like that too,” she says.
Of course she does, I know what she likes. Not stopping my kisses, I move higher and higher up her body ’til I reach her panties. She’s only wearing them and one of my t-shirts. Moving the shirt out of the way, I pull her panties to the side.
God, she drives me wild. She always has and I know she always will. It’s her scent…there is something about the way any part of her smells that gets me going. Especially here. She scoots forward and I dip my tongue between her wet slit, tasting her sweetness. My body almost convulses by how good it is. Arion moans, gripping the arms of the plush grey chair that she’s sitting in.
Her noises make me move my tongue and mouth that much harder and faster. God, I want her, my whole body aches for hers. To be inside of her, so I slow my movements and lift her out of the chair. Even pregnant, she barely weighs anything. I move on a mission to make love to my wife.
Her arms are around my neck and head against my chest. My eyes move to her stomach, I can’t help but stare there, to the place where our son is growing so comfortably. As I step foot on the plush, white carpet of our room, I set her down, pulling the t-shirt she’s wearing over her head. Staring at her in just a pair of panties like this, takes my breath away. I absolutely married the sexiest woman in the world.