26. Lawson

TWENTY-SIX

"Move it, Lawson," JW grumbles behind me. He's waiting to use the boot scraper before we walk into our parents' house. Mom doesn't mind shoes in the house. Mud and dirt are another story entirely. One time too many one of us has brought a mess into the house, and she'll look at us, point to the closet where a broom, mop, bucket, and vacuum would be waiting for us inside. We've all had our fair share of time cleaning, and none of us, especially me, enjoy it. The last thing I want to do is clean when my woman is inside.

"Fuck off. We all know Maeve isn't going to come over here empty handed and not bring you your prized cinnamon rolls." The minute he saw her company van coming down the long driveway, work ceased to exist. Not like we were doing much. Ghost's feet needed to be done, and seeing as how I couldn't very well ride him for the next few days, now he'll be ready. Juniper has been hinting at going back to the cabin, and the minute she takes these damn stitches out, I'll be back in action. There won't be Juni on my case for doing too much, or her feeling the need for me to be careful while I'm taking her with my cock. Don't get me wrong, I'll take my woman any way I can have her, but when I know she likes it hard and rough, and it"s my injury making me go soft and sweet because she demands it, well, I don't fucking like it. Even yesterday in the bathroom. As soon as she came down from her orgasm, she was pushing me back and checking my stitches. And my woman wonders why I tried to take the damn things out by myself.

"Have you seen the way the women in this family have been attacking sweets lately? I'd bet my left nut one of them will get a hankering for cinnamon, and Maeve wouldn't tell them no. Hell, neither would I." We both let out a laugh. Tallulah has a penchant for chocolate croissants, and Birdie is more or less whatever comes her way, unless Lane is eating brownies. Then she'll snag his from underneath him just to be a pest. As for Juniper, her obsession with lemon-flavored anything is now bleeding into drinks, candles, and the sort.

"Stay away from Juni's desserts, then. She's liable to kick you in the balls." Mom called Juniper last night asking what her plans were for the day. Juni let her know she'd be at the clinic. Mom told her no she wasn't, Maeve would be over for them to do a cake testing for the baby shower they'd be throwing for her. They want her included, asking the theme, what she'd like to have for lunch and dessert. After they were done talking, Juniper handed me the phone, and Mom told me to get my shit together, and in turn I told her Juni's stuff would be with mine this weekend. Mom quieted down, took a deep breath, and proceeded to say, "About damn time." And to get the nursery in order, because she has a granddaughter to spoil. The last time we were over for dinner, Juniper decided it was time to spill the beans, unable to hold it in much longer. Kind of like when she found out about her pregnancy. The minute we were solid in our relationship, there really were no more secrets, not between us and not between our family.

"Oh, Juniper, this might sound a little crazy and coming from left field, but are you planning on breastfeeding?" I walk in on their interesting conversation. The Johnson women are sitting around the big kitchen table, not another male in sight except for Case. He's sitting in a highchair with some kind of food in front of him, attempting to pick it up with his chubby little hands. Mom mentioned it"s to help with dexterity and when I mentioned he barely had any teeth, she said these snacks melted in his mouth. It looks like he's getting the hang of it today. Drool is dripping down his chin and he"s babbling away. I already know Juniper is planning on breastfeeding. We've talked about it. She wants that bond with our daughter, and I want nothing more than to watch as their relationship grows stronger.

Juniper's eyes find mine. I see her, everything she isn't saying. Gray eyes lighting up from the inside, and pure happiness is radiating from her. I tilt my lips, give her a nod, and let her answer Maeve. I'm tempted to say, ‘Fuck yeah, my woman is, and not a fucking soul will see her nourishing our daughter except me.'

"I want to, and that's the goal." Juni looks down at her chest, then back at me. Yep, she's still getting used to the changes in her body. Meanwhile, I'm fucking over the moon with how she looks pregnant. She has always been beautiful, but her body growing with our daughter inside of her, well, it's a whole new ballgame, one that I don't ever want to end. My goal is going to keep her pregnant as long as possible. Juni and I may have settled on four, but I bet I can change her mind.

"Well, I found this new recipe that's supposed to help increase milk supply. I've had a few others ask about them, and I was hoping you could help me make sure they taste okay?" JW, who I notice is digging his way through the boxes, stops and looks up at Maeve.

"I wouldn't mind at all. Anything you bake I'm more than happy to help sample." I watch as Juni takes a bite of a lemon bar. I've got a need for a taste of my own.

"JW, get out of here! Your cinnamon rolls are on the counter in the box. Good grief, son," Mom admonishes. JW does as she says. He may think I didn't see the look he gave Maeve, but I did. One day, he'll grow a set of balls and go after the woman who has his dick tied in knots.

"Hi, honey." Juniper turns her head toward me as I take my place beside her.

"Hey, you having a good time?" I ask. My mouth goes to hers, dropping a quick kiss to her lips.

"The best. I could do with an afternoon nap, though." Her eyebrows wiggle. Apparently, napping has a new meaning, and I'm damn sure going to take her up on the offer.

"Who's been in my cinnamon rolls?" JW's voice carries through the kitchen and dining room.

"I did," Maeve says without a hint of regret.

"Oh, well, okay then." The girls" laughter fills the room, Case joins in, and JW even has a satisfied look on his face, probably from stuffing his face full of the treat Maeve keeps him well stocked in. While their attention is everywhere except on me, I take the opportunity to give my woman a real kiss. The palm of my hand goes to her stomach, giving our baby girl a silent hello, loving the swell of my woman"s belly more and more each day.