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I should have been here hours ago.
Fucking traffic.
Because I damn sure would enjoy anything she made for me.
But especially the homemade.
I looked toward her bedroom and started in that direction until something caught my eye on the coffee table.
Sitting there were three bags. Gift bags. Bags with balloons.
What the... then it hit me, I dropped my head in a sigh.
This fucking woman.
I’d completely forgotten what today was, and apparently so had everyone else. But not her. Not my woman.
Who was in a pretty dress, curled up on the couch underneath the black fuzzy blanket I gave her when she was sick.
And before I could take another step in her direction, I heard it.
“Why are you still wearing your clothes?” she asked.
I grinned.
And then... in the dark of night, I moved.
... and after I came in her so hard, I had to lie there to catch my breath, she whispered, “Happy Birthday, Alexander.”
***
Had I known what would occur in just a few short hours, I never would have let her leave the bed.
And I wouldn’t have either.
Chapter 25
Creedence
I smiled as he stepped behind me while I was making breakfast and pressed a kiss on the pulse point in my neck. I asked, “Why do you always do that?”
“‘Cause I need to assure myself that your heart is still beating.”
I winked, “Love you.”
He pressed a kiss on my lips, then headed to the coffee table.
I watched as he stared at the bags, then he looked at me and said, “Thank you.”
I chuckled, “You haven’t even opened them yet.”
He winked, “You did this for me. That’s all there is to it.”
While we ate, he opened the bags.
A new pair of motorcycle boots.
New tees.
