I giggle. “I had better be. I haven’t taken them for a week.”
His eyes widen further when he reads the days of the week and does the math. He smiles broadly. “Really?” he gushes.
“Really,” I repeat.
“Holy fuck!” he exclaims and then he seems to realise what is going on and he gently puts his hand on my stomach. “So you could be…” His eyes drop to his open hand on me. “Right now?” he whispers.
“Josh, it takes a while. It won’t happen straight away,” I reply.
He shakes his head. “No, my boys are good swimmers. They are on the job.”
I smirk. “Confident bastard.”
His lips drop to my neck and he kisses it slowly. “I fucking adore you,” he whispers.
I smile as I move my head to give him greater access.
“There’s more.” I smile.
“More what?” he whispers into my neck.
“More present,” I reply.
He pulls back and picks the wrapping back up and rattles through it and frowns again.
I smile broadly. God I’m good. I am feeling oh so proud of myself at this very moment. Fucking boom!
“Your keys?” he replies, puzzled.
I nod and smile.
“I don’t get it,” he replies.
“They are my keys to the LA house.”
“And?” he asks.
“I won’t be needing those anymore either,” I reply nonchalantly.
“Why not?” he asks.
“Because I’m going to be living here at Willowvale with my husband,” I reply.
His eyes widen again. “What!” he shrieks.
“But there are conditions,” I snap.
“Of course.” He smiles.
“I want to go to LA two weekends a month.”
He smiles broadly.
“And you are going to mind the baby two days a week so I can go back to work.”
He bursts out laughing and grabs me in an embrace. “Oh my god Natasha, I fucking love you.” He jumps up and then sits back down as he looks at the pills and the keys in his hand, then he stands again.
I smile broadly. “Do you like your wedding presents, Mr Stanton?” I ask.
“Don’t ask stupid questions, precious girl. What do you think?” He laughs out loud and bounces onto the bed, spilling the water from my glass.
Joshua’s lips dust my neck as we scramble for air. His body still inside mine, he is on top of me and my hands are in his above my head. I smile into his kiss as once again his lips possess mine.
“I fucking love you,” he whispers into my lips.
I smile mischievously. “If I knew I was going to get fucked this well and this often as you try to impregnate me, I may have stopped taking my pills sooner.”
He pulls out and kisses me on the lips. “Oh, because you’re so hard done by and you never get sex, right,” he replies sarcastically as he sits up in bed.
“Now I get even more,” I purr as I widen my eyes. “Mission accomplished.”
He shakes his head. “You’re a sex maniac, Marx,” he mutters.
I smile. “I’m making up for lost time.”
His face falls.
I frown. “Come here, that came out wrong.” I pull him back to lie down with me.
“If I was a better person I would tell you I’m sorry that you missed out for so long. But I’m not. I’m glad you did,” he murmurs into my shoulder.
I smile. “You know, Joshua, that’s one thing that I am proud of. You have no idea how proud I am of the fact I waited for you.”
I can feel his smile. “Me too.”
He rolls onto his back and looks around the space we are in. “Some boat, hey?”
I nod as my eyes shoot around the room in amazement. “Isn’t it heavenly?” I say as I nod-this is ridiculous wealth. We are on Sean’s boat for his sister’s wedding tonight. The guards are moored on their own little luxury boat closer to shore. The gang and their guards are staying in a hotel closer to the reception.
“Do we have to go to the wedding? I just want to stay here.” Joshua sighs.
“Yeah, me too,” I reply. “This is our third wedding together.”
Joshua smiles as he holds his arm out for me and I lie back down next to him. “Next one is ours.”
I kiss his chest as excitement fills me. “I wish it was ours that was the third wedding.”
He frowns. “What does that mean?”
I widen my eyes at his stupidity. “You know-three weddings and a funeral?”