“Morning.” Kel’s voice is husky from sleep as she rolls into me, her lips against my neck as she kisses me.
“Morning, baby,” I reply, pulling her closer. “And Merry Christmas.”
“Hmmm,” she murmurs kissing and sucking my neck now, her mouth and everything she’s doing with it, a straight line to my cock. “Merry Christmas.”
“You feeling better?” I ask, my arm slipping around her waist as she moves her leg over mine.
She smiles against my skin, shifting so she’s straddling me. “I’m fine,” she says, her hands on my chest. “Just a little food poisoning.”
I open my eyes to enjoy the view of her, naked and sitting on my hips, my hard cock now between her legs and oh so close to slipping inside her. I can already feel how wet she is.
“Food poisoning doesn’t last a week, babe,” I say, my hands sliding up her thighs.
Kelsey shrugs. “Gastro then, whatever it was, I’m fine, Beck, don’t worry.”
I chuckle. “Of course I worry.”
“You’re sweet,” she whispers, leaning down to kiss me. “But enough sweet. I’m feeling better and that means I want to do something dirty right now.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, grinning as I flip her onto her back and move so I’m now hovering over her. “And what would that be then?”
Kelsey smiles up at me, her eyes hooded and filled with desire as she wraps her legs around my thighs and pulls me closer. “This.”
“Fuck, babe,” I groan, lowering my body onto hers as her hand circles around me and she guides my cock inside her. “God, you feel so fucking good.”
“Hmmm,” she murmurs, her mouth finding mine in a hard kiss.
Doesn’t matter how many times I wake up to this woman, my wife, I never stop being grateful that we were able to finally find our way back to each other. That we’ve managed to build this amazing life together here in Rockport Beach, the place we met and the place we first fell in love, after everything that happened.
I’ll never be able to change the ten years we spent apart, or my stupidity for leaving in the first place, but I’ve finally stopped dwelling on it.
The past is the past and now, all I think about is our future. Together.
It’s been a crazy couple of years that’s seen us go through so much. The best of it was us getting back together and then getting married. In between all of that, we renovated the pub, watched our friends get together and start a family, and my brother finally find someone he actually wanted to settle down with. And now, after all of that, we’ve finally finished the extension on our house and life is pretty much fucking awesome.
“Beck,” Kelsey moans, dragging her fingers down my back as she pulls me closer, urging me deeper.
“I’m here, babe,” I reply, thrusting into her as she arches beneath me. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” she groans. “Harder.”
I give her what she wants, driving into her over and over as she moans beneath me, the sounds she makes, the way she looks pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “Babe, I’m gonna come,” I say, my jaw clenched, pushing harder, needing to get her there too.
“Yes,” she cries, her hand slipping between us. “Yes, Beck, yes.”
I feel her clenching, her body squeezing my cock as she moans my name and comes hard as I finally let go and find my own release.
“Fuck,” I exhale, collapsing onto her.
I can feel her heart pounding against mine, her arms as they wrap around my body and pull me closer. “Mmm, I love waking up with you.”
I smile, lifting my head as I brush my lips against hers. “I love you and I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
Kelsey laughs, pinching my ass as she says, “It’s been a long week, huh?”
Now it’s me laughing. “Cheeky,” I say, rolling to the side, so we are facing each other. “It’s not just all about sex, babe.”
Smiling, she brushes my hair back, her hand cupping my cheek. “Mmmm,” she teases. “Well, I’ve missed being with you like this too,” she whispers, leaning in to kiss me.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better with everyone coming over tonight.”
“Yeah, me too,” she says, falling onto her back. “We’ve got lots to do today.”
I prop myself up on my elbow, trailing my fingers down her neck and across her collarbone, before sliding them down to her breast, where I tease her nipple. She smiles up at me, lifting her arms above her head as she watches me.
“We do,” I agree. “Luckily we have all day.”
Kels glances at the clock on the side table. “It’s almost ten,” she says, turning back to me. “We need to get up.”
“Soon,” I say, grinning as I lower my mouth to her breast, sucking the hard peak of her nipple into my mouth.
“Soon,” she murmurs.
An hour or so later, we are both showered and dressed and sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee. Tonight, everyone is coming to our place for dinner. It’s a combination housewarming now our extension has been finished and Christmas dinner. Yesterday was the traditional Christmas lunch at the Inn, which Pop as well as Ryan and Sarah’s parents came along to, but today it’s just our crew of six, well seven now with Lucy.
“So, everyone’s coming at six,” Kels says, sipping her coffee as she looks over the list of things that needs to be done. “So that turkey needs to be in the oven by four-thirty at the latest. Do we have enough wine in the fridge?”
I laugh. “Babe, we own a pub and a hotel, we have enough wine in the fridge.”
Kelsey smirks at me. “Just checking,” she says. “I want everything to be perfect tonight.”
I reach over and grab her stool, pulling her closer so she’s between my legs. Leaning down, I press a kiss to the end of her nose and then her lips. “Everything will be perfect, babe. We’ve got this.”
She smiles, kissing me again as her hand slides up my thigh. “What would I do without you?”
My hand slides around to her ass, squeezing as I say, “Good thing you’ll never have to worry about that.”
I deepen the kiss, wondering if I can convince her that we have time for another quickie, just as one of our phones chimes out with a text message. Kelsey laughs, gently pushing me back as she reaches for her phone.
“Erin says Ryan has made the brussel sprouts and is bringing them tonight.”
I roll my eyes, laughing a little. “God he’s such a domesticated pussy these days.”
“He’s not,” Kelsey says with a laugh, slapping my arm. “He just likes to cook.”
“Whatever,” I joke. “If the boys back at the precinct could see him now, they’d never let him hear the end of it.”
Kels stands, leaning over as she grabs my cheeks in her hand. “You’re not so different you know,” she whispers, kissing me before walking over to the fridge.
I swat her ass as she walks past. “Am not.”
She glances over her shoulder, smiling. “Uh huh.”
Grinning, I stand. “Okay boss, tell me what I can do first.”
Kelsey laughs, her head falling back as though I’ve just proven her point. “Set the table?” she suggests, pointing to our new dining room that now houses a table that seats ten.
The doorbell rings just as I’m about to pull the turkey from the oven.
“Beck, grab the door!” I yell, but he clearly can’t hear me over the roar of the football game he has blaring in our newly added theater room. “Come in!” I now call instead, knowing it’s either Ryan and Erin or Finn and Sarah.
Seconds later Erin and Ryan appear in the kitchen with Erin carrying a massive plate of fully decorated Christmas cookies and Ryan toting their two-year-old daughter Lucy in one arm and bacon apple brussel sprouts in the other.
“Oh my god, you made them,” I croon, looking through the clear glass lid.
“Of course, I did. I’m still trying to steal you away from Beck so I can have my harem of sister wives,” Ryan jokes, but Erin hits him with a steely glare.
“You’re holding our daughter, you moron. You want her thinking when she grows up she has to be someone’s property?”
“With a mom like you, there’s no way that’ll happen. If anything, she’ll have the harem of husbands,” Ryan quips back, shrugging.
I take the cookies from Erin and place them on the island, slipping one to Lucy before she and Ryan leave to find Beck.
I walk over to where Ryan left the brussel sprouts and lift the lid, but as soon as I’m hit with the smell, I retch in the sink.
“Oh my god, Kelsey. You just puked in the sink,” Erin screeches, trying not to laugh but failing. “What is wrong with you?”
I grab a paper towel and wipe my mouth. “Sorry, I’ve been feeling super shitty the last couple of weeks and fuck the smell of those brussel sprout…” I stop, finding myself gagging again, my eyes filling with tears as my nose starts to run.
“You’re pregnant,” Erin deadpans, looking over at me in all seriousness.
“No.” I shake my head, almost dumbfounded by her response.
But then as I contemplate her words, I realize she has to be right. It’s not like we’re actively trying, but we’re certainly not doing anything to prevent it and it would explain the exhaustion and the puking. And I guess between the addition on the house and getting the inn ready for the Christmas Eve brunch, my missed period was left unnoticed.
“I think you’re right,” I now say, agreeing with her.
“You wanna find out?” Erin asks, rifling through her purse as she pulls out a pregnancy test.
“Why the hell are you walking around with a pregnancy test in your purse?”
She shrugs, giving me a sheepish smile. “Because I’m pregnant.”
“What?!” I shout, louder than necessary, but luckily the house is much bigger than it used to be.
“Shhh,” she hisses. “Ryan wants to announce it at dinner, and he’ll kill me if he knows I told you.”
“You didn’t tell me,” I reply, my voice now a hushed whisper as I wink at her.
I take the test from her outstretched hand and drag her into the water closet with me, softly closing the door behind us so I don’t make too much noise.
“You do realize they’re going to know something is up if they find us locked in the bathroom together, right?” Erin says, faux annoyance in her tone. She can pretend she isn’t interested in knowing whether I’m knocked up or not, but she’s far too nosy to just let it go.
“Like you could go without knowing immediately,” I shoot back, sitting down on the toilet as I pull the plastic cap off the test. “So, like what do I do now? Just pee on it?”
“Yeah, but don’t piss all over your hand,” she jokes.
“Sounds like you speak from experience,” I tease back, smiling up at her as she rolls her eyes.
“That may have happened, but after the third test I was kinda a pro.”
I hit her with a raised brow, wondering how many tests she actually took. “How many tests did you take?”
“Three. Okay, it was four, but in my defense, I never got to take a pregnancy test with Lucy, so it was essentially the first time I’d ever done it.”
“Four seems like a bit of overkill,” I say, as we both look down at my test just as the little strip in the window begins to show the faint look of two pink lines.
I look at Erin and then back at the test, hoping it suddenly gets a darker, because what is sitting in front of us, isn’t exactly the solid proof I was looking for.
“It’s positive,” Erin asserts, with a single nod of her head.
“You sure?” I ask, my nose wrinkled up in confusion as I examine the results for a second time.
“Now do you see why I took four tests?” She shrugs but slips out of the bathroom and returns seconds later with another test. “Here, try this one.”
“How many do you have in your purse, you weirdo?”
“This is the last one.”
“I don’t have to pee,” I lament, but this time when I look at the original test, it’s definitely darker, and screaming back at the two of us that I’m pregnant. “Well, shit.”
“Well, shit is right. You know what this means?”
“We’re going to be pregnant together,” I squeal, throwing my arms around Erin’s neck.
“We are fucking pregnant together!” she yells and flings the bathroom door open, only to find Beck, Ryan and Lucy staring back at us.
“I think I once watched a porno that started this way,” Beck jokes, tossing an elbow into Ryan’s side, chuckling a little. “Two girls in a bathroom…”
We’re all silent except Beck, totally missing the elephant in the room, because the look on Ryan’s face says he knows something’s up.
“You told her, didn’t you,” he barks at Erin and she vehemently shakes her head.
“Not exactly, but she knows.”
“Knows what?” Beck now asks, confused and looking like a compete idiot as he stands there with Lucy’s body wrapped around his leg as he swings it around giving her a little ride.
“Erin’s pregnant,” Ryan says, sounding defeated, like he really wanted to make some major announcement. “I was going to tell everyone together at dinner.”
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry,” Erin says, kissing Ryan on the nose. “I promise, baby number three’s announcement can be all yours.”
Beck looks down at my hand and I realize I’m holding the pregnancy test. I have no idea why I’m holding it, but he’s going to know any second now.
“Is that Erin’s pregnancy test?” he asks, trying to keep the disgust out of his words, but failing.
“No,” I reply, looking at him as Ryan and Erin stand by waiting for the announcement that just came from them. “It’s my pregnancy test.”
“I am,” I start, and before I can say anything more, Beck is scooping me up in his arms, swinging me around with Lucy still clinging to his leg.
“I love you,” Beck croons, kissing me everywhere his lips can touch, and I suddenly start to cry, overwhelmed by everything.
“Well, shit, you know what this means?” Ryan now says, and Erin is already slapping him in the chest, prepared for him to say something ridiculous and ruin this moment. “We’re going to both be dads now and it’s fucking awesome,” he adds, cheekily smiling at Erin just as the doorbell rings.
I still have no idea why Finn rings the doorbell every time he comes over. He claims it’s because he’s so worried he’s going to walk in on us having sex somewhere in the house. He isn’t wrong, but once this baby comes, we’re probably going to be strictly bedroom only people.
I’m wiping the tears away just as Finn must get sick of waiting, because the front door opens and the he and Sarah walk right in.
“What the hell? It’s fucking cold out there. You leave us waiting,” he grumbles. Despite hooking up with Sarah he hasn’t lost his surly but lovable personality.
“Sorry,” I say, walking over to greet him and Sarah with hugs and he instantly notices I’ve been crying. He’s observant, but he also knows me as well as Beck. We’ve all been close for years and there was a time he could read my expressions faster than I even knew what I was thinking.
“You have news,” Finn says, smiling as he looks at both Beck and I with a bit of apprehension. He’s not sure if it’s good or bad, but when I fling my arms around his neck again, he squeezes me back.
“I’m pregnant!” I yell and Sarah now joins our little hug. “And so is Erin,” I add, totally ruining her surprise, but it doesn’t matter because Sarah is so excited, she nearly knocks Ryan over.
“And Finn and I got engaged!” she calls out, jumping up and down as she now shows us her ring.
The congratulations all around are nearly never-ending and Lucy is loving the little celebration of everyone hugging and laughing as she dances around at our feet.
Eventually we make our way over to the table, the food all set out and ready, as Beck lifts his glass in a toast.
“To our crazy, fucked up little family that’s about to get a hell of a lot bigger,” he cheers, all of us tapping our glasses against each other’s.
“There’s no place I’d rather be than with all you assholes on Christmas,” Finn adds, making us laugh as Lucy loudly echoes, “Christmas assholes.”