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And there’s no way I’m lasting long.
I slide home in one thrust, both of us moaning at the sensation of me filling her to the brim.
“Yes, please,” she gasps. “Fuck me.”
God, I love it when she begs. When our roles are reversed, and she lets me feel like I’m the one in control—even when we both know she has me wrapped around her finger, ready and waiting to give her whatever she wants from me.
Pumping my hips, I drive into her, hitting that spot deep inside that has her coming again, her inner walls tightening and sending me over the edge.
Right where I want to be.
Always.
CHAPTER 51
ANDERSON
“I thinkthe baby’s coming this weekend,” Georgie announces from her spot on the couch.
She’s holding a bowl of popcorn in her lap between Ava and me as the three of us try to agree on a movie—and by “we”, I mean Ava.
Ava recently showed Georgie theTwilightmovies, and they’ve become a staple in our household over the last couple of months.
“I agree,” I say, reaching into the bowl, grabbing a handful, and popping it into my mouth.
“I don’t want a Halloween baby,” Ava says as she holds the remote up to the TV, scrolling through the five different movie options for theTwilightfranchise.
“My friend Benji said that a baby born on Halloween would be immune to evil spirits,” Georgie says matter-of-factly, and I don’t have to look to know Ava is rolling her eyes at the mention of Georgie’s friend, who is constantly coming up in conversation. “And before you say you don’t care what Benji says, like you always do,” Georgie says, and my lips twitch. “I looked it up, and it also said they can possess a deep, transformative nature.”
Ava snorts. “That’s fitting,” she says before settling on the firstTwilightfilm.
Georgie was supposed to go see a movie with a group of her friends tonight, but since it was the weekend of Halloween, they chose a scary one.
Ava was fine with her going, but Georgie didn’t want to—worried that it would make her nightmares come back. And selfishly, I’d rather her spend the night here with us anyway.
Georgie hasn’t had a nightmare all summer and even into the new school year. I thought they might start back up again with her starting eighth grade this fall, but we’re almost two full months in, and she’s been fine.
She promised to tell me if they ever come back—but so far, so good.
“I think she’ll come after her due date,” Ava says, just as the initial credits of the movie start rolling. “They say that’s common for your first baby.”
“Nah,” I counter. “I bet she takes after you and comes right on her due date.”
“How is that taking after Ava?” Georgie asks, half-distracted. Her eyes are glued to the screen as the title card flashes.
“If there’s a plan, she sticks to it,” I answer.
Ava laughs, her head falling back onto the couch, her smile bright as she turns to look at me over Georgie’s head. She’s been giving me more of those smiles lately, and they're as beautiful as I dreamed of.
I quietly close Georgie’s door behind me, not wanting to wake her up. She fell asleep halfway through the movie, even though she said she wasn’t too tired after a week of school, soccer, and piano. She’s always asleep by nine o’clock on Friday nights, exhausted from the week, but we pretendwe don’t know that when she insists on popcorn and a movie.
Ava’s cleaning up the kitchen and straightening up the living room, so I head to the bathroom, drawing her a bath. Her feet have been swelling in these last few weeks, and I know her body can get sore after a long day.
Turning on the water, I hold my hand under the faucet until it gets warm, then plug the drain to let the bath fill. I add in some Epson salt, which I learned helps with the swelling and Braxton Hicks contractions—which Ava has been having a lot lately.
I grab the tray she likes to use, so she can watch something on her iPad, and I light a candle, setting it down on the tray before turning off the water so the bathtub can cool down a little bit before she gets in.
With how far she is into pregnancy, the bath can’t be too hot, and she can’t sit in there too long, but even fifteen minutes helps with the swelling and the soreness enough for her to get some sleep—something that’s been hard for her to come by in this last trimester.
