I can hardly catch my breath to speak as I cross the room, running a hand along the wood rail to my dream crib. I clasp a hand to my mouth. Speechless. Utterly speechless.

“I—is this okay?” he asks, no doubt getting nervous at the sight of his pregnant wife sobbing.

I nod. “It’s perfect,” I choke out, making my way over to the plush cream rocker situated near the window. “You even got the light fixture,” I notice when I take a seat, cupping my bump, and rocking baby bean for the very first time.

It’s a huge globe made of wicker, similar in color to the rest of the wood in the room. I wanted a nice, neutral pallet. A soothing environment for our baby, regardless of the gender. And did he ever deliver.

“Can’t take too much credit,” he says, beaming. “It was all Angelica.”

“So, you’re telling me all I have to do is make Pinterest boards for the rest of the rooms, and it’s just going to happen?”

His broad shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “Pretty much.”

“Wow,” I say, rising from my seat. “And they say money can’t buy happiness.”

He barks out a laugh. “You’re a mess.” He reaches for my arm, pulling me flush to his chest.

I crane my neck, looking up at my prince. “I’m your mess.”

“Damn right you are.”

“Was your heart set on starting in the foyer?” I ask, nibbling my lower lip.

I feel his cock thicken against my belly at what he must know I’m suggesting. “You had some place else in mind?”

I rub my bare foot along the fluffy rug. “I was thinking we could start right here…”

Chapter Eighteen

“Get up, woman.” I toss one of the many throw pillows from the floor at her still-sleeping form. “We have to be at Rhett’s in an hour.”

The lump in the bed shifts, accompanied by a groan. She rips the sheet away from her face and hits me with a pathetic pout. “We could just treat ourselves to another room…”

“Li’l Bit, you’re out of control!” I shake my head, laughing. “We’ve already christened most of the downstairs and we moved in two days ago.”

“So?” She sits up, letting the fabric slink to her waist, exposing two tantalizing mounds of flesh, a move I guarantee was intentional.

“So,” I say, crawling in from the foot of the bed to motorboat those voluptuous tatas. “I never thought I’d say this”—I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, biting down gently before nipping at her chin and her nose—“But my dick might actually fall off if we don’t give him a little rest.”