Book 3 - Page 161 (1/2)
”How's my daughter?”
”She's dancing.” I laugh.
”Dancing? Oh yes! Wow. I can feel her.” He grins as Blip Two somersaults inside me.
”I think she likes s.e.x already.”
Christian frowns. ”Really?” he says dryly. He moves so his lips are against my b.u.mp. ”There'll be none of that until you're thirty, young lady.”
I giggle. ”Oh, Christian, you are such a hypocrite.”
”No, I'm an anxious father.” He gazes up at me, his brow furrowed betraying his anxiety.
”You're a wonderful father, as I knew you would be.” I caress his lovely face, and he gives me his shy smile.
”I like this,” he murmurs stroking then kissing my belly. ”There's more of you.”
I pout. ”I don't like more of me.”
”It's great when you come.”
”Christian!”
”And I'm looking forward to the taste of breast milk again.”
”Christian! You are such a kinky - ”
He swoops on me suddenly, kissing me hard, throwing his leg over mine, and grabbing my hands so they are above my head. ”You love the kinky f**kery,” he whispers, and he runs his nose down mine. I grin, caught in his infectious, wicked smile. ”Yes, I love the kinky f**kery. And I love you. Very much.”
I jerk awake, woken by a high-pitched squeal of delight from my son, and even though I can't see him or Christian, I grin like an idiot with my glee. Ted has woken from his nap, and he and Christian are romping nearby. I lie quietly, still marveling at Christian's capacity for play. His patience with Teddy is extraordinary - much more so than with me. I snort. But then, that's how it should be. And my beautiful little boy, the apple of his mother and father's eyes, knows no fear. Christian, on the other hand, is still far too overprotective - of both of us. My sweet, mercurial, controlling Fifty.
”Let's find Mommy. She's here in the meadow somewhere.”
Ted says something I don't hear, and Christian laughs freely, happily. It's a magical sound, filled with his paternal joy. I can't resist. I struggle up onto my elbows to spy on them from my hiding place in the long gra.s.s.
Christian is swinging Ted around and around, making him squeal once more in delight. He stops, launches him high into the air - - I stop breathing - - then he catches him. Ted shrieks with childish abandon and I breathe a sigh of relief. Oh my little man, my darling little man, always on the go.
”'Gain, Daddy!” he squeals. Christian obliges, and my heart leaps into my mouth once more as he tosses Teddy into the air then catches him again, clutching him close. Christian kisses Ted's copper-colored hair, and blows a kiss on his cheek. Teddy is oblivious. He squirms, pus.h.i.+ng Christian's chest and wanting out of his arms. Grinning, Christian sets him on the ground.
”Let's find Mommy. She's hiding in the gra.s.s.”
Ted beams, enjoying the game, and looks around the meadow. Grasping Christian's hand, he points to somewhere I'm not, and it makes me giggle. I lie back down quickly, delighting in this game.
”Ted, I heard Mommy. Did you hear her?”
”Mommy! ”