"Yes," I gasp as his fingers find my clit again. "Yes, fuck—Kasen?—"
"That's it," he urges, his movements growing more urgent. "Come on my cock. Show me how much you love being full of me."
The orgasm hits without warning, crashing over me in waves that have me crying out his name, my body clenching around him as pleasure ripples from my core to my fingertips. He follows moments later, his groan muffled against my shoulder as he pulses inside me.
We stay connected as our breathing slows, his arm still around me, his hand on my belly where our son has gone suspiciously quiet, as if lulled to sleep by our activities.
"Think we scarred him for life?" I ask when I can finally speak again.
Kasen laughs, the sound rumbling through both of us. "Nah. He's safe in there. Besides, this is how he got here in the first place."
"Not exactly," I remind him, shifting to face him as he slips out of me. "As I recall, it involved a lot more tequila and an Elvis impersonator."
His smile is soft in the dim light. "Best mistake I ever made."
"Was it, though?" I trace the lines of a tattoo on his hand. "A mistake?"
He catches my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. "Maybe not. Maybe it was exactly what was supposed to happen."
I settle against him, my head on his chest, my belly pressing against his side. "You think we were inevitable?"
"I think we were too stubborn to see what was right in front of us." His fingers card gently through my hair. "It just took tequila to make us pay attention."
"And a baby," I add, placing his hand on my stomach where Summit has resumed his workout.
"And a baby," Kasen agrees, his expression softening as he feels the movement. "Hey, Summit. You wanna hear the story of how your mom and dad got together?"
"Oh god," I groan. "Are we really going to tell him that?"
"He should know," Kasen insists with a grin I feel more than see. "It's a great story."
"Fine." I roll my eyes, but can't help smiling. "But I'm telling my version."
"Which is?"
"Once upon a time," I begin theatrically, "there was a brilliant, beautiful, badass woman who made the grave error of drinking too much tequila at a craft beer convention and woke up married to her very annoying mortal enemy."
"Annoying?" Kasen's eyebrows shoot up. "I prefer 'devastatingly handsome' and 'extremely talented.'"
"Shh, I'm telling the story." I place my hand over his lips. "As I was saying, she woke up married to this man who made mid IPAs and had terrible taste in beanies."
"Mid?" He nips at my finger. "Now you're just being cruel."
"Fine, slightly above average IPAs." I concede with a laugh. "Anyway, they decided to get a divorce and pretend the whole thing never happened."
"But then," Kasen cuts in, "the beautiful, stubborn woman discovered she was pregnant."
"And the handsome but annoying man," I continue, unable to stop smiling, "turned out to be surprisingly decent about the whole thing."
"More than decent," he corrects. "Unflinchingly supportive and loving."
"Don't push it." But I'm laughing now. "And somehow, against all odds and rational thinking, they ended up falling in love."
"And living happily ever after?" Kasen suggests, his hand still moving gently over my belly.
I meet his gaze, finding nothing but sincerity in those blue eyes that once made me want to scream with frustration and now make me feel like I’m home.
"Reluctantly.”
