Epilogue

6 months later…

I digthrough my makeup bag trying to find my pills.

"Carver," I call out, and he"s there within seconds. "I can"t find my pills," I say as I rifle through the medicine cabinet thinking maybe I put them away. Carver starts looking, too. "I swear they were right here." I went on the pill after we found out I wasn't pregnant. Wanting to still have little bit more time to ourselves but lately I've been second guessing it.

I point next to my toothbrush, which is where I always leave them. They never move from that spot. Carver lifts up the bathroom mat as if they could somehow have fallen under there. I study his movements around the bathroom as he looks behind the shower curtain and my suspicions are raised. I smell something fishy as I watch him look for my pills in the craziest places.

I clear my throat to make him look at me and wait for him to turn around. I put my hands on my hips and narrow my eyes. "Carver."

A hint of a blush coats his cheeks. I had a feeling this was coming and I'm not even shocked. Nor do I even really care. Having his babies isn't something that's scary for me. I just wanted to wait until we were settled.

"You don"t need them and I don"t like them," he finally says, his voice low and defiant. "They keep me from breeding you. I don't like that they stop me from making you mine."

I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. "If we have a baby I can"t give you all my attention," I remind him.

"I want a family with you, and that means sharing your attention." He caresses the small patch of skin above the waist of my jean shorts. "I know you want a baby, too. I want to see your belly round and pregnant."

"You want me to get fat and waddle around?" I laugh. I love my caveman.

"You could use some more meat on your bones." His hands move to my hips now, gripping me on both sides.

I've always been small, but I still find reasons to provoke him. I love when he goes a little crazy.

"You don't like the way I look?" I glance up at him through my lashes and watch as his eyes grow big and I see him start to panic that he might have upset me.

"You're perfect," he says before clenching his jaw.

"Well you just said—"

He cuts me off by picking me up and setting my ass on the bathroom counter.

"I want something that's both you and me together." He cups my face with gentle hands and I see the pleading look in his eyes.

"I like the sound of that," I admit. This man is my everything. "All you had to do was ask."

His eyes light up and he has the biggest smile as he carries me from the bathroom to our bed. His face hovers over mine for a moment and he opens his mouth but closes it. He looks like wants to say something, but he can't spit it out. Finally, he shakes his head and says it.

"You haven"t been taking birth control pills for a while. And I don"t think that was a stomach flu you were having," he admits.

"Are you serious?" I smack his arm.

"I know it was wrong, I just…" He trails off, but his eyes are soft while his grip is firm.

I should be mad at him, but I can"t find it in me. Not when he looks at me like he is right now. His eyes are filled with so much hope.

"You think I'm pregnant?" I ask, a seed of hope growing in my heart.

He lowers his face to my stomach, pushing up my shirt and placing a kiss there. "You haven't bled in months."

I try to think back to my last period, and I'm shocked to realize he's right. How did I miss that?

"If it's a girl I pray she looks just like you." I smile down at him as he keeps placing kisses on my stomach.

"What if it's a boy?" I comment, and his whole body stills. I see fear flash across his eyes. "Sweetheart?" I ask, wondering why he's so scared. It's written all over his face and it's not something I'm used to seeing.

"I'm big. A son of mine would be too big for you to carry." He's so concerned that I can't help but laugh.

"If I can take you, I'm sure I can have your giant baby boys," I snort as he narrows his eyes. "Besides, we don't even know if I'm really pregnant."

"I know every line of your body. You're pregnant," he confirms. "I've known for a few weeks." He kisses the side of my neck, trailing down toward my chest. "I know everything about you."

The past few weeks of slow love-making add up. Normally he can be pretty aggressive, but lately it's been soft and sweet. Not that I mind. It doesn't matter how he takes me because I'm always happy when we're together.

"That's why you've been so careful with me."

"I'm always careful with you." His gaze meets mine.

"You're always sweet with me, but lately…" I trail off.

His hands go to my shorts, and he unbuttons them and slides them down my legs. "You've given me the greatest gift in life, Lainey. You've given me your body and you're going to give me a child. I'll show you I'm worthy of such a gift with every touch of my hand." He moves between my thighs, kissing his way to my pussy. "With every touch of my lips."

My gentle giant spreads my lips and runs his tongue against my clit. I moan as I clutch his hair with my fingers and he shows me exactly how much he loves me.