HIRAM’S POV:
“Hiram, the food’s too cold!”
“Hiram, the food’s too hot!”
“Hiram, it’s too sweet!”
“Hiram, it’s too salty!”
This has been June’s anthem this past week. I know mood swings are part of the pregnancy package, but I didn’t expect it to be this way. It’s like I can hardly breathe, and nothing is good enough for her. Sometimes I wish I could rip that baby out of her.
Right now, she is fast asleep, and it is the best time for me with her. Watching her sleep peacefully like a baby and admiring her beauty, because once that eye opens, I’ll be running around the clock.
Her eyes blink, and I try to hold the smile on my face, hoping today will be different.
“Why are you looking at me that way?” she asks with her brows wrinkling, and I shake my head.
She yawns, then presses her small hands to my face in an attempt to push it away.
“You are so beautiful when you’re asleep,” I say to her, and she contorts her face. “It’s not what you think. You are beautiful every time, but I love watching you sleep,” I try to correct my mistake before she begins to throw tantrums.
She sits up, then I lean in to kiss her belly while she places her hand on the back of my head. I lift my head, then I take her lips, kissing them gently. When I try to pull away, she leans in, reaching for my hand.
A moan escapes her lips in between the kiss, then she runs her hands up my body, tracing the contours of my abs. My arms wrap around her waist, and I lean in further, causing her to lie back on the bed. Slowly, my hands trail up her thighs, stopping at her core.
It’s wet, but not ready enough for me, so I rub it slowly and gently with my lips still on hers. Her hands tug at me, and she slides her fingers into my hair, caressing it gently.
“I want you,” she says, running her hands down my pants and sliding her hands in to cup my dick. I take my hands out from her pussy, then I pull her hands away from my pants, sliding them down.
Gently, I slide into her, and she gasps, grasping tightly at my back. Then I push further as her walls adjust to my length.
“Does it hurt?” I whisper into her ear, and she shakes her head, burying it in my neck.
“But go slow,” she whimpers as I push in and out of her.
I do as she asks, maintaining a slow rhythm as my hands roam around her body, kissing all over it. I push down the straps of her dress, then trail down her body with my tongue, cupping her left breast in my mouth. My hand finds her right breast, rolling her nipple in my hand. Her body arches beneath me as she struggles to ground herself.
“Fuck!” Her moan ripples through the room, then she grabs my chin, and I shift at once to meet her needs. I kiss her deeply, letting my hands roam freely over her body, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. Her breaths grow shallow, and her hips begin to move in time with mine, pulling me deeper into her. Her soft moans spur me on as I maintain the slow rhythm she craves.
Her legs wrap around me, drawing me closer as I move within her. Her body trembles slightly, her fingers gripping my shoulders, and I can feel the tension building. I lower my lips to her neck, trailing kisses along the curve of her collarbone and down to her chest. Her hands tangle in my hair, holding me close as I worship every inch of her.
“Oh, Hiram,” she breathes, her voice trembling as she clutches me tighter. I feel her unravel beneath me, her body shuddering as the waves of her release take over.
I hold her close, slowing my movements as she rides out her pleasure, her breaths coming fast and shallow. With one final thrust, the tension in me snaps, and I pull away from her as my body shudders with release. I collapse beside her, pulling her into my arms and holding her close as we try to catch our breath. Her head rests on my chest, and I run my fingers through her hair, kissing her temple.
**
“You haven’t said a word about the proposal,” I say to her, breaking the silence as I let off one thing bothering me.
She tilts her face to meet mine. “We got married, didn’t we? And we have rings, and a certificate,” she replies flatly, then looks away without waiting for my response.
“We do, but it doesn’t feel right. You are carrying my child, and it would be unfair not to give you a wedding you…”
“Your mother is planning a traditional Shadow Pelt Pack wedding, isn’t she? So why does it bother you so much?” I can sense the anger in her tone, but this is for her own good, so I press further.
“And it is my duty to plan a befitting English wedding for my wife,” I say, and she sighs.
“God, Hiram, you are intensifying the pain I feel. I do not need a lavish wedding. We love each other, and that is all that matters. You just enjoy throwing money unnecessarily,” she says. I am about to speak when she places a hand on my lips. “All this arguing is making me hungry, and I think I just know what I want to eat now.”
“What?” I ask.
“My mother’s cooking. We have to go over to her place, please,” she looks at me, fluttering her lashes with a pout like I could ever say no to her request.