Drew + Fable Forever (One Week Girlfriend #3.5)(38)

Nodding, I smile. “Definitely all right.”

Drew kisses me and then begins to really move. Still keeping the pace slow but steady. I feel like I’m floating, my body engulfed in pleasure as I hold him close, his skin imprinted on mine. I can smell him, fresh and clean from his shower, along with a mixture of faint sweat and sex. His thrusts begin to quicken. Harder, faster, and I’m relieved I feel no pain beyond the initial discomfort of him pushing inside of me.

“I love you,” he whispers before he kisses me. A sloppy, almost desperate kiss, which tells me he’s close. “I’m gonna come, Fable.”

He reaches in between us before I can say anything, touching my clit, thrusting deep. “I-I’m close, too,” I stutter, closing my eyes against the onslaught of sensation that’s sweeping over my skin.

And then I’m coming. So is he. We’re coming together and that doesn’t happen very often but somehow, at this very moment, it is happening. We cling to each other, our soft moans loud, our shivery bodies electric as our skin sticks together. I’m breathing so loud I sound like I just ran a marathon, and so does he.

“Damn, that was ama—” he starts but is interrupted.

A wail sounds in the next room and I start to laugh. “Autumn has great timing.”

He pulls away from me and crawls out of bed, slipping on a pair of sweats that he’d thrown over a chair. “I’ll go get her,” he says, the look he gives me so full of unbridled emotion a shiver steals through me, making me hot. For him.

I have the best husband in the entire world.

Drew

I bring Autumn back into bed with us and she lies in between us, Fable back in her panties and a fresh T-shirt, her hair pulled into a sloppy knot on top of her head. She looks pretty and young, much like she did when I first met her, and I have no idea why she’s so worried about her weight. I think she looks f**king amazing.

“She’s spoiled,” Fable says, tickling Autumn’s chubby belly and making her smile.

“Why do you say that?”

“We’re going to give her everything she could ever want.” Fable sighs. “She’s a lucky little girl.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” I grab Autumn’s fist, pry open her tiny, perfect fingers, and she curls them around my index finger. “Damn, this girl has a strong grip.”

“Don’t say that word,” Fable says primly. “Her ears must remain pristine.”

“Please.” I roll my eyes. “You’re taking this too far, Fable.”

“Whatever. She’s a perfect little princess who will never, ever hear one filthy word uttered from any of us. Right, sweetie?” Fable smiles down at Autumn and my chest grows tight.

My girls are everything to me. I don’t know what I did to deserve them but I’m thankful. So damn thankful that I even wrote a little something about them both last night …

“I have something to show you,” I tell Fable as I get off the bed and go to my dresser, where I stashed the piece of paper I’d scribbled on.

“What is it? A diamond ring in exchange for me giving you your daughter? Is it my push present?” she asks hopefully.

I turn to look at her, frowning. “Push present?”

“You haven’t heard of it? Yeah, pregnant women get a push present. Usually something extravagant and expensive that they feel they deserve for going through the agony that is known as labor,” she explains.

“Do you want a push present?” I’ve never heard of such a thing and it sounds bogus. Yeah, she went through the agony of labor and that shit got real there those last few minutes when she was pushing. I’d hated seeing Fable in so much pain, especially since there was nothing I could do about it.

But a push present? That’s reaching.

“No.” She laughs, the sound filling me, making my heart light. “I was just kidding, Drew.”

I’m relieved, because how the hell am I supposed to know about this stuff? I’ve never heard of a push present before.

Grabbing the folded piece of paper from my top drawer, I walk back to the bed and hold it out to her. “For you.”

She sits up, bringing Autumn with her, and takes the piece of paper from me. “What is it?”

“Read it and see,” I say.

Her fingers shaking, she releases a shuddery breath and then glances down, slowly unfolding the piece of paper and reading silently.

I hope she doesn’t think it’s dumb. I’m a little rusty with this sort of thing now. I plan on getting a tattoo of Autumn’s name on my arm or maybe my chest. If I were a real poet, I’d turn something into Autumn’s name but damn, it’s long and has crazy letters.

I’ll save that attempt for next time.

My girls

Are everything

Real to me.

Sweet and full of

Hope

My girls

Are my

Lifeline. My

Love for them

Overwhelms me

We’re lucky we have each other.

“Oh, Drew.” Her voice cracks and there are tears streaming down her cheeks. I swear I’ve seen her cry more these last nine months than in all the years we’ve been together. “I love it.”

“You don’t think it’s lame? I haven’t written one of those in a long time.”