“Gunner,” she whispers, trembling in my arms. I come right behind her, hitting her hips with every pulse of my dick.
I pull out gently, and I turn her body to face me so I can kiss her lips. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
She traces my lips with her thumbs. “You’re beautiful.”
I bite her finger and give her a few more kisses before I help her stand and lead her to the bathroom shower. Normally I get in there with her, but I decide to wipe off for now, throwing on an outfit quickly, and let her have some private time so I can surprise her by getting Charlotte ready to go.
I walk back to my daughter’s room and scoop her up, changing her diaper and putting her winter outfit on. She giggles when I tickle her feet, and once she’s strapped to my chest, I pack her baby bag and go back to the bedroom, getting Montana’s purse ready with everything she’ll need for the day.
Knowing my wife needs a break from our child, I walk her downstairs and take her outside, leading her to the stalls. She’s seen the horses before, but I haven’t broughther up too close. Out of all of them, Violet’s the most tame, so I bring Lottie up to her, pointing at our horse and telling her about Violet. I don’t know if Lottie can understand a damn word I’m saying, but she smiles and waves her hands like she does.
My baby sees the other animals in the distance, but I bring her back in the house, not wanting her to get dirty or catch a cold. By the time I wipe off my shoes and get her back upstairs, Montana’s getting out of the shower and drying off.
We’ve been together barely over three years now, but her beauty still takes my breath away. The scared and broken girl I found is now a healthy, vibrant, woman. My woman who’s carrying my second child.
We smile at each other like bashful teenagers and I watch her dress slowly, sliding into a baby pink lace nursing bra with a matching thong. She pulls a pink, fuzzy sweater dress over her plump tits, round belly, and small hips. I bend down with our baby strapped to my chest to help her put on her pink boots.
When I stand, I fluff out her hair, impressed with how long it’s gotten since we met. Her face is a little more round, and all I want to do is cuddle her and kiss her cheeks all day.
“Do I look okay?” She spins in a circle, giving me a good look of everything I’m obsessed with, and I grab her hands to steady her.
“You look perfect. You look like mine.”
She comes up to me and kisses my lips, brushing my hair back. “I am yours.”
“Are you ready to shop all day long?” I thought shopping for a nursery would be quick, but when we were decorating Charlotte’s room, Montana kept me running around for hours. I can only imagine that today will be a repeat of that day.
She laughs and takes my hand leading me out to the hall with her purse over her shoulder. “Yes. And if I don’t find everything I want today, we have to go back out tomorrow.”
I slap her ass. “You said we were sleeping in tomorrow.”
“I said we were sleeping in tomorrowifwe find everything I want while we’re about today.”
I find my perfect Sunday slipping away from me. “How about this. If we don’t find everything you want today, we sleep in just a little bit tomorrow, and then I’ll take you wherever you want. Even if it’s hours away.”
Her hazel eyes sparkle, and she grabs the banister, walking downstairs. “I think that’s a good plan.”
I enjoy my view while I walk behind her, wishing she wore something other than this skin-tight dress. I’m snapped out of my perverted daze when Charlotte sneezes on me, and I wipe my face and dig in my pocket to wipe off my snotty girl before she ruins her outfit.
When we get to the car, I help Montana get seated and comfortable, and then I get Charlotte in her seat in the back. We still have the Camero, but we got an SUV for when we go out as a family. Once everyone’s comfortable and seated, I buckle myself in and drive off our property, getting on the road to town.
Montana turns on the radio, something I’ve come to really enjoy lately, and she sings Christmas songs to Charlotte, keeping her entertained. She rests one of her hands on my thigh, and I cover hers with mine, always wanting her touch at every moment.
And every time I feel her touch, I’m reminded that my once black and cold heart has turned red, beating with life again.
