Trent moves from behind me and repositions me so my back is against a stack of pillows. He gets on the mattress in front of me, slowly stripping off my yoga pants with a seductive look in his eyes. His mouth hovers over my panties, the heat from his breath driving me wild.
I run my hand through his messy blond hair. “Trent, please. My hormones are crazy right now.”
He smirks. “I love your pregnancy hormones.”
Trent kisses my thighs, his touch featherlight as he makes his way up to my stomach. I peel off my shirt and bra in a hurry. He kisses my breasts before sucking my nipples into his mouth. I scream when he tugs on the hard bud that swells in his mouth.
“Take off your clothes,” I order.
His lips brush mine, and he sucks on my bottom lip.
“No foreplay?”
I shake my head. “Not tonight.”
He slips his shirt over his head and throws it onto the floor. Track pants hang low from his narrow hips, revealing his perfectly toned abs. I watch as he pushes his pants and boxers over his hips, and his hard cock springs free.
His blue eyes illuminate as he inches inside me, even more careful now that I’m pregnant. He rubs my cheek with the pad of his thumb and smiles. With our bodies joined, we become one, our hips moving in unison.
By the time we both come, we’re a tangled mess of limbs, our skin slick with sweat. Trent kisses my stomach and lips before rolling onto the mattress beside me.
He curls his arm around me, hugging me against his chest. “I think we should decorate the twins’ room this week.”
“What color should we paint the walls? Blue and pink are out of the question.”
“Neutral colors, I guess. Like gray, white, and maybe turquoise.” I give him a surprised look, and he adds, “I looked it up online after your appointment. Gender-neutral rooms are pretty common.”
I cup the side of his face with my hand. “You’ll be a good father, Trent.”
He grins. “You think so?”
I nod. “You’ve been so good with everything. The doctor’s appointments, the late-night ice cream runs, and even my mood swings. I was so scared initially, but you’ve made this easier on me.”
“I’m doing everything I can,” he says against my hair. “I want the best for you and our babies. I had a good childhood and life, and I want that for all of you.”
“I love you,” I whisper.
He dips down to kiss my lips. “Love you, too, baby.”
No matter how often I hear those words from Trent, it still feels as good as the first time.
“Have you thought of names?”
“All men in my family have names that start with T.”
“If we’re sticking with T’s, I like the name Thea.”
“Thea,” he mutters. “I like it. And for the boy, how about Theo?”
“Theodore. Like one of the chipmunks.” I smile. “Alvin, Simon, Theodore,” I sing.
Trent laughs. “Tuck and I loved Alvin and the Chipmunks when we were kids.”
“Thea and Theo,” I say aloud to see how they sound together. “What do you think, Daddy?”
A smile tugs at Trent’s mouth. “Perfect.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
