Spencer followed her moments after, groaning into her shoulder.
“Eleanor,” he whispered again, holding her close.
Their chests were pressed together, their pounding hearts mirroring and echoing one another.
Eleanor smiled against his neck, finally lifting her head to peer up at him. “I love you.”
She raked her fingers through his wet hair, curling the strands.
“I love you,” he murmured, pulling her down for a hard, demanding kiss.
“We will be wonderful parents,” she assured him, wondering if he worried about it, about his upbringing, about anything. “And if there are any moments you doubt yourself, you come to me. Yes?”
“Yes.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
Eleanor intertwined their fingers.
Together, they’d continue building this home of theirs. She slid their joined hands down to her stomach again, soon to be rounded with a child, and smiled into another kiss.
The End?
