Chapter 8

My wife is so fucking beautiful.

Long, gorgeous, tanned legs I love, especially when they’re wrapped around my waist, or crushing my head.

Dark brown hair that spills down her back, which looks fucking amazing when it’s wrapped around my fist.

Big, green eyes that make me weak in the knees.

And a beautiful face right out of my dreams.

Seriously. Someone fucking pinch me because how the fuck did I get so damn lucky?

She’s the most beautiful woman in the world, even when her brows are knitted together and she has a frown on her face.

“What?” I ask, not understanding what she’s asking.

She swallows hard, my eyes following the movement of her throat. “Why did you choose me?”

My face falls into a frown. “Are you … are you serious?”

My girl lets out a sigh, and rolls her eyes, turning her head away from me. “Forget it,” she says. “It’s stupid.”

I tug on her chin to make her look at me. “Nothing you ever say or think is stupid, Leila,” I tell her, searching her eyes. “What the hell brought this on?”

She avoids my eyes, and shrugs, shaking her head subtly. “I was just wondering—”

“Why I chose you?” I interrupt, my jaw ticking as her eyes land back on mine. “You think this is a carnival game and I picked a random toy?” My eyes widen a little as I look at the love of my life asking me a question that breaks my heart.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just …” She trails off, shaking her head.

“You’re the love of my goddamn life, Leila,” I tell her, cupping her beautiful face in my hands. “There was no choice involved. You and I were always meant to be.”

Her long lashes blink faster than normal, the tell-tale signs that she’s getting teary eyed. “We are?” she asks, her voice small and questioning.

I nod, a small smile tugging at my lips as I softly caress her cheek. “From the very first moment your lips touched mine, the choice was made for me,” I admit, remembering that moment as if it was yesterday. “I never even stood a chance.”

Her lips part on a breath. “But if you could choose—”

“You,” I say without an ounce of hesitation, wiping the rogue tear dripping down her cheek. “It’s you. Every time.”

She presses her lips together, and shakes her head, letting out a hard breath. “But why?”

My brows tug together. It’s been a while since she’s had a moment of self-doubt, and I promised her a long time ago I’d spend the rest of my life proving to her how much I love her, and how much I need her in my life, and how gorgeous she is, but I can’t help but feel my heart ache at hearing her question us .

“Have I done something to make you feel like you weren’t my one and only choice?” I ask.

It’s the hardest thing being away from her when I’m on the road for a game, but I can only imagine how much harder it is for her, being at home with Nova, and having to see me in the news, and on TV.

“No,” she murmurs, swallowing down. “Of course not.”

I shake my head, not understanding where this is coming from. “If you have to doubt how I feel about you for even a second, then …” I blow out a hard breath. “I know I haven’t been home as much, and now with another baby it’s going to be even harder, but …” My shoulders slump. “Maybe I should retire early or—”

“Don’t even think about it,” she interrupts, narrowing her gorgeous lime green eyes at me. “You’re not retiring until you’re old and grey, and can’t move anymore.” I can’t help but smile a little, loving how supportive she is of my career. Of anything, really. “I’m not letting you give up your dream.”

My smile widens as I trace her plump lips with the pad of my thumb, feeling my chest ache at the sight of my wife. “How many times do I have to tell you? You and the girls are my dream.”

She arches a brow. “Girls?”

I shrug, laughing at her expression. “Let a guy dream,” I joke, secretly hoping there’s a little girl in there. Truth is, I adore the fuck out of our baby girl, Nova. Being a dad has changed me in so many ways, and I really want another baby girl that looks just like their mom.

But if Leila has a little boy, then I’ll love that kid with my whole fucking heart. And who knows, maybe he’ll be stubborn and bossy like his mom.

As long as they’re like her, I don’t mind.

I have the fucked-up genes, whereas she’s… perfect.

Which makes her question hurt even more.

“Why did you ask me that, Leila?” I ask, my smile settling into something more serious. “Don’t you understand that you’re everything I’ve ever wanted?”

She parts her lips, and I can see the thoughts rambling away in that head of hers. “I’m not stupid, Aiden. I know what people think when they see us together.”

My chest cracks, because fuck . Being in the public eye is fucking hard, especially when some people are dicks, but I really fucking hoped she wouldn’t be affected by it. I hoped she wouldn’t see the disgusting comments that people say, but I guess it was just wishful thinking.

“I don’t care what they think,” I tell her honestly. There’s plenty of people that hate me, though they don’t know me, and I don’t give a single fuck. There was a time when I would let it eat me alive, hating the thought of someone hating me, but I’ve let that go a long time ago. The only person’s opinions I care about is this girl right here. “You’re fucking stunning baby, and anyone who says differently is blind,” I tell her, wanting her to believe me when I tell her I have never seen anyone even close to being as beautiful as she is. My girl’s a model for fucks sake. I’m the lucky one here.

She purses her lips. “I’ve gained weight.”

I arch a brow at her. “You’re pregnant. ”

Her green eyes glare at me, and I see them starting to get glassy which makes my stomach twist. “Stop being a smartass,” she says. “I gained weight before I got pregnant with this baby, and you know it.”

My brows dip as I shrug. “Okay? And that’s a problem because …”

She shakes her head, frustrated. “I’m ten times bigger than the other WAG’s, Aiden,” she grits out.

I let out a scoff. Is she fucking kidding me? “Ten times hotter, more like.”

“I’m serious,” she says with narrowed eyes that turn me the fuck on.

“So am I.” My eyes thin, and I shake my head, hating that she lets this silly little issue take space in her head. “You’re the woman of my dreams, Leila. Stop acting like I give a shit if you’ve gained weight or not. Nothing is ever going to change that for me, and you know it.”

“Aiden,” she says, my name on her lips making me shiver.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her lips, groaning when she melts into me, tracing her tongue over mine. “And sexy,” I murmur, my tongue tangling with hers. “And so fucking hot I lose my mind.”

She moans into my mouth, and I clutch her face, deepening the kiss. “Do you want me to marry you again?” I ask, barely taking a second to breathe before leaning down and kissing her again. “Do you want me to get up in front of a crowd and tell everyone all the million reasons I adore you?”

A heavy breath escapes her as she pulls back, those green eyes sparkling. “A million? ”

I smirk, nodding. “Give or take.”

“What are they?”

I let out a soft laugh. “Did you just trick me into complimenting you?” I tease. “Baby, you know all you have to do is ask.”

Her arms wrap around my neck, and my heart feels whole. I would stay in this bed with her clinging to me forever if I could. “Tell me,” she pleads.

A smile tugs at my lips as I run my thumb over her cheeks. I could sit here and compliment her all damn day. Telling her how beautiful she is, is the easiest thing in the world. “You’re gorgeous, like so damn hot I can’t even believe I’m lucky enough to kiss you.” My chest beats with the love I have for her, and I continue. “You’re the funniest girl I’ve ever met, and I lost my goddamn mind trying to catch up with you in college. I still do.”

She smiles, knowing I’m right. Truth is, I love the chase. I love teasing her, and I love when she teases me back, making me work for an ounce of her attention.

“What else?” she asks, eagerly.

I lean down to press my lips to hers. “You’re my best friend,” I murmur, dropping my forehead onto hers. “I can’t imagine my life without you in it.” My breaths come out heavy, and I let out a sigh. “I need you so much that I can’t understand how I ever lived twenty years before you.” Her soft hands slide up, getting lost in my hair. “And I’m so fucking grateful you decided to make a life with me.” My throat bobs as I shake my head. “You gave me a family, and showed me what love is like.” Tears build in my eyes, and my girl reaches up, wiping them away, as her own eyes start to tear up. “And you’re the best mother to Nova. She loves you so much, and so do I, baby. So fucking much.”

I don’t even catch a breath before I clutch her face and kiss her, getting lost in her lips until she opens up for me. I know she gets in her head sometimes, but I will always show her how much I love her. I’ve spent the last eight years doing just that, and I’ll continue to do so until my last breath.

“That was only five things,” she points out when she pulls back from the kiss.

A laugh bubbles out of me and I shake my head. “A million is a lot ,” I say, blowing out a breath. “Good thing we have the rest of our lives for that.” She laughs, the sound hitting me right in the chest. It’s my favorite thing in the whole entire world. I break out into a grin, staring down at my favorite eyes. “You make me so happy, baby. You have no idea how much. Our life is… perfect.”

“Perfect?” Leila questions, her eyes searching mine.

“Perfect,” I confirm with a grin, kissing her again. “Just like you, baby.”

She smiles, shaking her head. “God, you’re so cheesy. Why did I ever marry you?”

She’s such a tease. Loves to annoy me, and pretend she hates me when I know she loves me. Not as much as I love her—that would be impossible—but pretty damn close.

“Because you love me,” I tell her, softly kissing her.

“I don’t.”

I grin, loving when she teases me. “No?” I ask, leaning over her on my elbows so I don’t crush our baby. My hand finds her bare pussy under the sheets, and I groan when I find what I knew I would. “Then why are you so wet?”

She doesn’t answer, knowing I’m right, and widens her legs, making room for me.

I chuckle, settling myself over her. “So needy, baby.” My cock runs over her pussy, teasing her sensitive clit. My girl gets so horny while she’s pregnant, and I love indulging her every need. “You want me inside you?”

A groan leaves her. “Just fuck me already.”

I tut, shaking my head. “Manners, baby. Use them.”

She groans, bucking her hips, grinding herself over my aching cock. “Fuck me,” she pleads. “Please, Aiden.”

Her name on my lips makes my bones shake, even after all these years. “Tell me how much you want my cock,” I repeat. I let her get away with it earlier, but this time, I’m not stopping until I hear the words from her pretty little mouth.

Her gorgeous green eyes turn into slits as she narrows them at me. “I’m not indulging your ego.”

“Shame,” I sigh, torturing both myself and her when I thrust against her clit, instead of inside her like we both want. “Guess you’ll have to take care of this pretty pussy by yourself.”

I move away from her, grinning down when I see her chest rising with harsh breaths. “I want it,” she says through gritted teeth.

“What’s that?” I tease.

A sigh escapes her lips and she closes her eyes for a second before she reaches for me, gripping my cock in her fist. “I want your cock inside of me. ”

Oh fuck . Her fist tightens around my dick, jerking me and I lose all consciousness of whatever the fuck it is I asked her.

“Fuck me, Aiden. Please . I need my husband to fuck me.”

A groan builds in my throat at that word, and I slap her hand away, replacing it with mine as I press my cock against her entrance. I don’t hesitate before thrusting deep inside my wife, making her moan loud enough for the whole hotel to hear.

“You’re playing dirty,” I whisper against her lips as I thrust my cock deeper inside her.

“You wouldn’t give me what I wanted,” she pants as I slide deeper inside her pussy, feeling her grip every inch of me inside her.

Little shit. My eyes squeeze shut with the pleasure running through me, and I cup her breast in my hand, squeezing it.

“Oh fuck. I’m so close.”

I almost laugh. I know how sensitive her gorgeous tits are when she’s pregnant, and I’m using it to my advantage. Her pussy grips my dick inside of her as I fuck her faster, wanting, dying to feel her flood my cock.

“God yes,” I grunt, my cock twitching inside of her. “Come baby. Let me feel you.”

She throws her head back, and her pussy convulses as the orgasm hits her. I try to hold on. Fuck, I really do, but it’s impossible when she tightens around me again.

A moan leaves my lips as I thrust inside of her, and come inside of her tight pussy, my soul leaving my body as the orgasm falls over me .

I keep thrusting slowly, as we both come back down from the high, and finally pull out. My cock twitches when I see my cum dripping out of her. It’s not like she can get pregnant twice.

I fall onto the bed, my breathing slowing down. “Fuck.” That ended quicker than I expected, but after having a kid, and barely having time to see her, there’s no way it’s ending here. I’m fucking my girl until her legs shake.

Leila turns on her side, and cups my face in her hands. I twist on my side to face her, seeing my favorite person in the world. “Knew I could get you to fuck me,” she says with a smirk, leaning down to kiss me before she turns around and lifts herself off the bed.

I really try to focus on her face. I do. But I fail immediately, my eyes roaming over her perfect tits, and smooth, golden skin, her belly plump with my baby.

God damn.

She gets more beautiful every year.

I can’t help but let out a laugh. She knows exactly what she does to me whenever she calls me her husband.

It drives me fucking insane.

The first time she did it, was during our honeymoon. I fucked her for hours until we were both on the verge of passing out.

And that’s how Nova happened.

Honestly, no regrets. A million out of Ten. Would do it again.

My smile widens as I watch her walk toward the bathroom, her ass jiggling with every step she takes. A groan leaves my lips when I feel my cock harden at the sight, and she glances behind her shoulder for a second before walking inside.

I let out a laugh noting the bathroom door left open, which she does whenever she wants me to join her.

My sweet, beautiful wife.

Pretends she hates me, but is so needy for my cock.

I lift off the bed to join her, and give her what she needs when my phone rings on the nightstand with a text, and my smile drops as I glance down at the screen.

I hate hiding things from Leila. I did it once, and it was the worst mistake I have ever made.

I share everything with her, and I want to tell her.

And I will soon, but… I don’t know how she’s going to take it.

I swipe away the notification and shake it off, deciding to tell her soon, and walk into the bathroom, seeing my beautiful wife in the shower, holding the shower head to her pussy, soft moans leaving her lips.

She glances back at me when she hears me, and her eyes blink. “You took too long. I started without you.”

I chuckle, wiping my mouth. As I said…

Luckiest guy in the world.

I pull open the glass door, and walk into the shower, grabbing the shower head from her hands. “Lean back against the wall, and open your legs, baby. Let me show you how good your husband is at taking care of you.”