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(please bare in mind this is unedited and not for sale…just my gift to you lovely lot 🙂 ) Copyright: 2016 Dee Palmer

This is set after The Only Choice – The First Christmas as Mr & Mrs Stone
“I want Patrick to drive you.” Daniel states in his usual non-negotiable tone, but lucky for me he is half away across the country.
“I did hear you the first time you said that.” I smile but try not to sound to smug.
“And yet, so some reason, we are still having this conversation.” He clips.
“Not ‘for some reason’ Daniel, it’s Christmas Eve and it hasn’t stopped snowing since last night. If he drops me at Tom’s after my lunch with Sofia and Marco, he’s likely to get stranded there until New Year.” I repeat but I’m not really sure why.
“And?” His flat tone requires me to take a deep slow breath and another. Remember this is just one of reasons you love him Bethany, one of the many.
“And,” I exhale slowly and keep my voice level and yet assertive. I could do without being dismissed as hormonal, if my tone starts to sound hysterical, which it does tend to do when he is being infuriating. “I’m sure he would rather spend Christmas with his new born baby, rather than me, my Dad and you, if you make it.”
“Oh baby I will make it.” He rumbles low and certain.
“Good, now let me go. I have a quick family lunch at the restaurant and a train to catch.”
“Damnit Bethany, I mean it, fuck! Tell me why the hell I am agreeing to this?”
“Because, you would do anything for your pregnant wife and I despite your current Mr Scrooge demeanour, you know I’m right and you wouldn’t want Patrick to miss Christmas with his family anymore than I do.
“Hmm.” He mutters a tacit agreeing sound but I know he is far from happy.
“I can’t have Dad on his own all over Christmas and our apartment isn’t exactly Great Dane friendly.” I argue.
“He has a son too you know?” He points out flatly and I am thankful we’re not on a video call because I roll my eyes to the heavens at this circular conversation.
“Ethan’s still travelling. I think he’s in New Zealand at the moment.”
“Fucking Ethan.”
“Daniel,” I exhale, exasperation seeping from every pour.
“Baby, I am so far from fucking happy about this-”
“Oh oh oh,” I pant out a pained interruption.
“What? What is it baby, what’s wrong?” He barks his panicked questions and I puff out the answer as I try and shift position and dislodge the tiny foot trying to wedge itself between my ribs.
“Nothing, just a kick, right under the ribs. Man I think this little one’s got your big feet.” I moan but let out a light laugh so he knows I’m not in any real pain.
“Put me on video. I need to see you.” He demands and I know better than to argue that tone. Its born out of nothing but concern and a desperate desire to protect what is his, at any cost.
I switch the call to video and my cheeks instantly ache with the stretch of my smile when is handsome face fills the small screen. Piercing deep blue eyes filled with misplaced worry. His thick brows furrows, framing his intense gaze.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
“Daniel I’m fine.” I respond with a tender smile and I touch the screen and trace a line over his lips.
“Show me?”
“Show you what exactly?” I shake my head but notice he isn’t smiling.
“Give me a full body scan.” He demands, his face stoney and serious. I chuckle but my mouth quickly drops open with disbelief.
“You’re not joking?”
“Did I sound like I might be?”
“Um, no. I do forget how crazy protective you can be sometimes.” I quip.
“Then I will need to remind you.” He states and I shiver at his sensual tone but also my heart clenches at his expression. His gorgeous face clearly pained with a snapshot of unbearable memories that I know still haunt him. It’s been nearly four months since he rescued me and saved our baby from Angel. A very dark time for us both and something that no matter how many times I tell him, that he is the reason I am alive, he continues to carry the burden of blame. I flash a much brighter smile pushing the darkness away. It will take time.
“Okay, but I think I’m going to need a wide screen to capture it all.” I joke.
“Bethany.” His tone is a grumble of disapproval at my comment, but I can no longer see his face as I slowly hover the phone up the length of my body.
“Slow down on my bump.” He calls out and I stop, holding the screen just at the crest of my tummy and hold the position just above my outtie belly button. “So damn beautiful.” He mutters and I can hear the smile in his voice as it drops low and sweet.
“Happy?” I give him a few seconds before pulling the screen up to my own face. His smile is still very apparent even if I can see the tell-tale twitch of muscle tension in his jaw.
“Not in the least, bit I am satisfied you are and our baby are at least healthy.”
“Healthy and kicking up a storm.” I add.
“I think someones excited for Christmas.” His eyes dip to my bump and I shake my head.
“Not too excited, I still have two months and I am not giving birth unless you are by my side.”
“Damn right you’re not.”
“And I’d really like not to spend our second Christmas apart either so go finish your meeting and hurry home to Toms.”
“Nothing is keeping me from you baby, I promise.” He states with such certainty I feel all warm inside, as if his words are like a huge protective blanket that wraps not only my body but my world, keeping it safe.
“And you are a man of your word.” I grin.
“Yes I am.”
“Okay, look I’m going to grab a cab and go over to drop Sofia and Marco’s presents at the restaurant and then I will head off. I’ll call you when I safe at Tom’s.”
“You’ll be at the restaurant for how long?”
“An hour, two hours tops. The whole family will be there and it will be impossible to cut the visit any shorter. I’ll be on the train by four I promise.”
“Call me before you leave the restaurant and again when you arrive at Tom’s.” I snaps and I can feel all that tension like a wave crashing through the phone.
“Yes.” I confirm.
“I meant it Bethany. I am not happy about this so you will call me or you will have to explain to your father why you can’t sit down for Christmas lunch.”
“With the size of this bump, the over the knee threat isn’t holding much water Mr Stone.” I sass.
“Who said anything about over the knee?”
“Fine, fine, I’ll call.” I huff but don’t hide the creep of my own wicked grin at his sensual threat. “I love you Mr Stone.”
“Not as much as I love you Mrs Stone.” He ends the call before I can argue, not that there would be much point.

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I step carefully from the black cab as the snow has started to settle and the last thing I need is a broken leg. I have a small bag of presents to hand over and my light courier bag with the essentials, phone, purse and kindle. Patrick delivered our luggage and each others gifts earlier in the week because I knew I didn’t want him driving me down today and I really didn’t want to struggle with them myself. My decision to cancel Patrick may have been a surprise for Daniel but I had it all planned. I hand my money over to the cab driver, pull my hat low and sink down into the multiple layers of wool and cashmere protecting me from the elements.
The restaurant is closed to the public and I have to knock to get the attention of one of the many family members inside. Sofia swings the door wide and snatches my arm to haul me into the rich aroma and welcome heat of my former home. The place is crammed with Sofia and Marco’s family, Anthony senior and junior, cousins, nieces, nephews, grandparents and grandkids. It’s Christmas chaos and I can’t wait for my own family Christmas to be filled with just as much love and happiness as is bursting at the seams, in this room.
“I’m putting this bag behind the bar Sofs, but it’s got all the presents in it so don’t forget it please.” I hang over the counter top as best I can in my shape and drop the bag onto a ledge with a space between the glasses.
“As if.” She scoffs and whereas she has been known to be forgetful, not when gifts are concerned so I’m not worried. I start to unravel from my many layers and she helps by taking each garment to hang up, until I am no longer sweltering. “Bets you look so beautiful with your big belly.” She pats my bump and beams, her eyes start to glisten.
“Feeling broody by any chance?” I rise a skeptical brow.
“I wasn’t, but every time I see you, I’m sorely tempted, you wear it so well.” She winks at me and casts a wicked glance at Paul, her husband, who is standing just beside her and by the stunned look on his face, deliberately within earshot. She pulls me into her arms and hugs the breath from my lungs. “Does he look scared?” She whispers conspiratorially.
“Terrified.” I reply with a light laugh and step around her when she releases her hug, so I can offer some comfort to poor Paul.
“Hey Bets,” Paul leans in to kiss my cheek, his wide worried eyes dart between me, my bump and his now giggling wife.
“She’s teasing you Paul, you know she has a well structured life plan and babies are scheduled in about four years time I believe?” I reassure him.
“Well, thats what I thought but-”
“No buts babe, I want to travel the world before we reproduce.” Sofia playfully pinches his cheek as she interrupts.
“You can still travel the world with children you know?” I object.
“You can?” Sofia looks unsure.
“You just have to take more luggage.”
“Like she doesn’t take enough as it is.” Paul teases.
“I take what I need, although I guess it wouldn’t be such a chore if we had a private jet like you Mrs Stone.” She quips.
“Aaand that’s where we will leave this conversation.” I shake my head and feel my cheeks pink. I don’t think I will ever be comfortable my new lifestyle and the mind boggling level of luxury, even if Daniel tells me frequently to just ‘suck it up’. I am grateful, but also more than a little overwhelmed.
“Fine,” Sofia rolls her eyes and lets out a light laugh. “Come on, Marco is out the back and Mama wants to hug the bump too. I can’t believe you’re not spending Christmas with us again this year.” She pouts as she threads her arm through mine and leads me toward the kitchen.
“Well, last year wasn’t exactly planned and this year I didn’t want Tom all on his own. I know your parents invited him too, but he has the dogs. Honestly, I’m looking forward to Christmas in the country, snowed in with a large log fire, great food and no drama.” I confess with a wide grin.
“You think you’ll get snowed in?” Her big brown eyes widen with worry, but I give a light shrug, because honestly I have no idea.
“If it keeps falling like this, it’s possible. Actually that’s my only worry with Daniel’s meeting today. He is over in Hampshire meeting someone from the Ministry of Defence and I think the snow is really bad over there.”
“You know nothing will stop him being with you at Christmas right?” She scoffs at the absurd notion.
“That’s what I’m worried about. I don’t want him travelling if it’s not safe. I’d rather spend the day without him than beside his bed in hospital, or worse.”
“Jeeze Bets,” She rolls eyes dramatically.
“Sorry, it’s the hormones. I go from rational to scary unstable on nought point zero seconds. Something to look forward to when you do decide to start a family.” I offer a rather flat laugh and try to brush off my dark thoughts.
“Good to know.” She shakes her head, her eyes wide and her lips pulled into a distorted grimace that looks so comical my laugh is much more genuine this time.

Joe and Marco are in the kitchen and I spend way too long and eat way too much perched on the bench seat like old times, but it feels good to catch up and just chit-chat. Marco is looking to spread his wings and work outside of the family business, but he is unsure what to try and Joe will be glad to see the back of him, or so he says. After I have wished everyone Happy Christmas and kissed every cheek and absorbed all the hugs, I am feeling exhausted and decide I really need to be heading off to get my train. I slip my coat back on, pull my hat over my ears and start to wind the long scarf around my neck.
“I can’t believe Daniel is letting his pregnant wife get the train.” Marco’s tone is derisive and he still has this look of distaste whenever he mentions my husband’s name.
“He isn’t and he is not happy about it. I didn’t tell him.” I correct his accusation.
“Man, you’re going to pay for that.” Sofia squeals out a high pitched giggle that thankfully just seems to confuse her brother. Ground swallow me now for oversharing with my best friend.
“Okay guys, I will call you tomorrow.”
“And when you get to Tom’s safe and sound.” Marco adds with a warning scowl and a tone filled with concern.
“Yes, I promise.” I swing my bag over my shoulder and pull them both in for a final hug. Marco then unlocks and opens the front door for me.
“Isn’t that Daniels GL pulling up?” Marco tips his head as the big black beast of a car squeezes into a space just outside the entrance to the restaurant. My heart skips and I flash the widest smile. How the hell did he manage that? My head whips round in a double take but looking again I can see the driver isn’t Daniel. I am only momentarily disappointed, because now I am just hugely confused. Tom is sat in Daniel’s car that is now parked in a no parking zone and he is getting out of the car.
“Looks like I got here just in time.” Tom’s deep voice booms over the noise of the rush hour traffic. He slams the door and strides toward me. I am completely dumbstruck. He shakes Marco’s hand and kisses Sofia on the cheek, wishes them Merry Christmas, but I am still dazed and now look like an idiot with my jaw dropped open. He winks and tips my mouth closed.
“You didn’t really think your husband would let his heavily pregnant wife travel on her own did you? This is Daniel we’re talking about here.” He shakes his head and lets out a low incredulous laugh.
“He called you?” I stutter.
“Yes, and I’m a little cross you didn’t. I happen to completely agree with him on this. Anyway, I hopped on the train because if I was going to drive here from home, I might’ve missed you. I picked up your car though, because I didn’t fancy risking the trains. So shall we?” He offers his arm and I slide mine through his. I should’ve known.
Sofia and Marco disappear back into the restaurant now I am safely in the car and Tom’s pulls out into the thick traffic and we begin our slow crawl out of the city. He’s right though, this is better than braving the crush of the trains.

The traffic is gridlock and the snow is falling thick and fast. The white sparkly blanket that covers anything stationary is so pretty, but I take no pleasure in the unusually festive flurry. All I can think about is Daniel travelling in this and my stomach just knots and I feel like I’m going to throw up. I open the window a fraction to let some icy fresh air in.
“You okay sweetheart?” Tom’s hand reaches across and he places it over mine. I give a brief nod but my smile is forced. “Have you heard from him?”
“No.” I give a short shake of my head.
“He’ll be fine. I’m sure of it.” His confidence I would share at any other time. Daniel is a force nature, determined and unstoppable, but even he can’t fight the elements and likely road closures.
“When did is last snow like this Tom?”
“I don’t think it’s ever snowed like this.” He chuckles.
“Exactly, and everything usually grinds to a halt at a couple of centimetres. We’re just not geared up for this kind of weather.” My pessimism is entirely justified as we pass abandoned car after abandoned car on the verges.
“He’ll get home for Christmas Bethany.”
“That’s actually what i’m worried about now. I think I would rather he was safe than trying to travel.” My soft confession seems to surprise him.
“We’re travelling, how is that different?”
“We’re not that far off main roads, that have been cleared and gritted for the last twenty four hours. Daniel is in the middle of nowhere and he’s not driving a four-by-four.” I point out and his faces softens with understanding.
“Want to talk about something else?”
“It won’t stop me worrying, but it might be a good idea.” I smile and really try and mean it this time.
“OK, have you heard from Ethan at all?” Tom’s tone brightens, his attempt to lift my mood is admirable and appreciated. I wish it was that easy.
“We had a Skype conversation the other day. God it was lovely to actually see him. I hated when he just went silent like that. It was like he vanished. It must’ve driven you crazy?”
“He’s done it before but no, it’s not my favourite time. He bottles it all up and seems to have to sort it himself. It’s just his way, but he knows I’m here if he needs me.”
“And me.” I offer and Tom squeezes my hand once more, taking comfort from me this time.
“I’m glad he contacted you, he’s obviously starting to feel a little better, he’s planning on coming back in the Summer. He mentioned spending some time at his place in Cornwall. I don’t care where he settles, but I prefer him back in this country. When he’s travelling like that I know he’s still not quite righ,t but when he’s home, whichever home he chooses, it means he’s feeling like himself again.”
“I’ll be happier when he’s back too. I hate that he blamed himself so much.”
“It helped that you made him believe your sister did actually love him Bets, but I think it’s going to take time and I doubt he’ll risk his heart again anytime soon.” Tom’s words are heartbreaking and I just hope they aren’t true.
“Yes I did get that impression. I hope he does though, he has a big heart to give and it would be a crime keeping that to himself.”
“Well, staying in Cornwall is definitely a step in the right direction. He loves that place.”
“Me too. We actually considered moving down that way when the baby is born, but I didn’t really want to be so far from Sofia and you.”
“I’m glad, for purely selfish reasons. It is a lovely part of the country and all, but I very much enjoy the time we spend together now and since I never got the chance to be there for you growing up, I want to be there for my first grandchild. I want to be close for whenever you might need me.” He beams the widest smile.
“I will definitely be cashing in that favour.” I shift in my seat as the little monster decides to do a full-on somersault in my tummy. “If the activity levels of this little one inside me are any indication, I think I will be giving birth to the Energizer bunny so I’m going to need all the help I can get.” I only half joke.
“Giving you trouble?”
“Nah and I doubt bump will be half as demanding as Daddy.” I scoff.
“No, thats for sure. I mean I would’ve offered to come and get you if he’d given me the chance when he called. Does he bark orders like that all the time?”
“Not unless he wants to wear a permanent sport cup for protection. No, Daniel doesn’t bark orders to me, just others and mostly when he’s frustrated with a situation he can’t control. Like me for instance.” Tom chuckles at my disclosure and I bite back a sensual smile and feel the prickles of goosebumps dance across my skin just thinking that Daniel is much more menacing when he’s quietly giving orders.
The traffic has started to thin but we are still crawling at a tortuous fifteen miles and hour. There are cars abandoned on the hard shoulder, with tell-tale skid marks where they lost the battle to remain on the road, some are in ditches. It’s carnage and it’s getting worse. The windscreen wipers are going ten to the dozen and we can barely see five feet in front of us for the thick flakes and glare from the near white-out conditions. My phone vibrates in my pocket before Daniels name flashes on the car handsfree display.
“Daniel are you OK?” I can’t hide the anxious tone in my voice and it doesn’t help that he sounds just as concerned.
“Bethany are you with Tom?”
“I am, thank you for calling him. We’re nearly home but the weather is really bad.”
“I know, we’re just leaving the base.”
“Daniel I don’t want you driving in this, please.” I plead and I can already feel the tingle of tears and knots of fear twist in my gut.
“Bethany, I will be fine. I’m not missing Christmas with you baby.” He softens his tone but his words just make me more fearful.
“I mean it Daniel, please.” My voice catches and Tom takes his eyes off the road for a second to glance my way. I quickly shake my head and point for him to just focus on the road. “There must be a hotel you can stay in, just until it stops snowing at least.” I argue.
“Bethany don’t be ridiculous.” He dismisses my suggestion, but I knew he would.
“Heavily pregnant woman here.” The pitch in my voice rises with my anxiety levels, equal and earnest. “I’m not being ridiculous. I am asking you to not travel in this storm, for me…please. I would rather have you a day or two late than not at all.”
“Baby.” He tries to soothe me but I just can’t.
“Please Daniel. You have to promise. The roads are horrendous. You have to promise me.” I have tears falling now. I know I’m a little unstable at the moment but I am also genuinely terrified of him having to drive nearly two hundred miles across country in the worst snow storm to hit this Island in a hundred years. It said very clearly on the radio, don’t travel unless it’s an emergency. “It’s not an emergency.”
“It is to me.” He counters.
“Please Daniel, for me and the baby.” I have no shame and I don’t care. He is my world, end of.
“Damnit Bethany.” He clips.
“I know, desperate times call for low blows.” I let out a slow breath because I know he’s going to agree. I just have to make sure. “You have to say it Daniel.”
“I promise I won’t drive until the snow stops.” He growls and I can almost see that muscle twitching in his jaw. I hate this as much as he does, but I won’t forgive myself if anything happens. I can’t not have him in my life…not now…not ever again.
“Thank you.” I feel weight lift as I exhale.
“I’ll call you when I’ve found somewhere to stay and you call me when you get safely to Tom’s”
“We’re just pulling up the drive, so you can consider us home safe and sound.”
“Good, at least one fucking thing has gone right today.” He grumbles and my heart pinches at the sad fact, that now I will be spending Christmas without him.
“I’m sorry baby, but i’d probably go into labour with the worry if I thought you were out in this.” I have made my case but I just want him to understand exactly what is going through his hormonal challenged wife’s mine at this precise moment.
“I know, and it’s the only reason I have agreed.” I clips but his tone is soft. This is awful but it’s still better than the alternative. “I love you.”
“Not as much as I love you.”
It’s getting late and I spoke to Daniel just before dinner, he promised to call at midnight but I’m flagging. I’ve had as lovely a Christmas Eve as I can muster, but I think Tom knows my heart isn’t really in it and to be fair his probably isn’t either with Ethan being half way around the world. I said goodnight and decided to have a soak in the tub and try and stay awake for Daniel’s call. My bones ache but not as much as my heart. The warm water feels nice and when I wrap the soft silk bathrobe around my swollen tummy I feel a wave of loneliness wash over me. Walking to the double height window that over looks the front lawn, I gaze out into the darkness, my eyes take some time to adjust to the change of light. The clear sky is beginning to break through the heavy snow clouds and the fall of flakes isn’t nearly as heavy as it was, but it’s still too hazardous to be on the roads. I’m hoping tomorrow or maybe Boxing Day. The moon peaks through for a brief moment and the countryside is washed with an ethereal glow, the blanket of snow has transformed the view with countless millions of sparkles, like diamonds reflecting the light and it couldn’t be a more magical moment to share with someone you love.I let out a heavy sigh. I am starting to feel sorry for myself, even though I insisted he didn’t travel.
I am about to step away from the window when an almighty roar thunders from just outside and the view from only a second ago is gone. I am looking now at a complete white-out, snow is lifted and swirled into a hurricane around the house and grounds. I can’t see a thing, the noise is deafening and the windows rattle with the vibrations of whatever is happening. It sounds like the apocalypse. My bedroom door bursts open and I jump. Tom strides into the room and joins me at the window. The snowstorm cyclone is still swirling enough to block the view but I do at least recognise that almighty noise. Those are helicopter blades, but they are much louder than I’ve heard before so until the snow settles I can’t be sure.
“What the hell?” Tom voices my own thoughts and I shrug, but then my head snaps back to the settling storm.
“Daniel.” I exhale and every nerve in my body tingles with a sudden mix of excitement, fear and and…I don’t know, but I do know it’s him. I spin in my socks and rush out of the bedroom.
“Don’t run and break your damn leg Bethany!” Tom calls out but I don’t slow down. I do, however, grip the bannister rail a little tighter because he is right, I don’t want to fall now. I reach the front door, breathless and my heart is beating like a rabbit in the headlights. The door is bolted but I quickly unlock everything and tug just one side of the double doors open. There is a freezing blast of ice air that rushes me and knocks the breath from my lungs. Holy shit that’s cold. I wrap my arms around my waist, pulling the silk from my robe closed at the front. Not that it offers any protection from the temperature but at least I’m not exposing myself. It might not be Daniel…of course it’s him.
I can see the huge machine now it has landed. It’s a Chinook, thats why it sounded like the End of Days as it flew over the house. There is a Royal Air Force emblem on the side and a tall, dark figure has just jumped from the open door. He gives a nod to the pilot and then starts to walk my way.
The snow is easily two feet deep now, but he just glides through, as causal as you like. As if he is chauffeured everyday by Her Majesty’s finest. The spotlight from the helicopter is obscuring the details on his face but even so, I can feel his gaze on me. The little hairs on my neck all prick to life and it has very little to do with the sub-zero temperatures. He kicks his shoes free of snow on the steps as he strides up toward me, without breaking gait he steps flush against my body and walks us both back into the warmth of the house. His arms sweeps around my back and his other hand threads around my neck, his lips crash into mine and once more he captures my heart. Best. Christmas. Ever.

His lips are cold but meld with mine and heat soon burns a path from me to him. His tongue dives and takes, dancing with mine, urgent and almost as frantic as my heart which is pounding fiercely in my chest. He breaks the kiss and drops his forehead to mine. His smile is so stunning I have to take a moment before I can form a coherent thought. I take a few seconds more before the words form.
“You’re here.” I gasp.
“I promised I would never miss Christmas.”
“You did but-”
“I also promised I wouldn’t drive.” He interrupts.
“But how?”
“Hitched a ride that’s all baby.” He grins, a perfect mix of wicked and nonchalant.
“You’re really here.” I’m delightfully dazed.
“Yes I am and I am ready to unwrap my present.” He growls and drops his finger to the bow at my waist. There is a deep cough from behind and I snicker.
“Glad you could make it after all Daniel.” Tom gives a two finger salut and a wry smile.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Daniel replies but keeps his incendiary glare on me.
“So I see.” Tom chuckles and turns to walk back up the stairs. Daniel’s eyes never leave mine but once Tom’s footsteps completely fade and we hear the click of the bedroom door closing, he speaks.
“Ready to give me my present now Mrs Stone?” His voice so deep I shiver from tip to toe.
“Yes sir.”

“Place your hands on the marble and keep your eyes on me. Don’t close them.” He demands and my mouth goes dry. I try to swallow to create some moisture but it’s an effort I’m kind of on fire.
“Daniel.” I moan out my plea. I am standing in the bathroom facing that god awful mirror, with my huge ugly belly barely covered and he’s going to make me watch. I like watching, but not when I look like this. I have gotten use to each stage my body has changed and I love that I am carrying our baby but I don’t particularly like the way I look. He does though, and I struggle to get my head around that.
“No Bethany. If you close your eyes I won’t let you come.” His gravelly tone and sensual threat makes me whimper.
“Damnit.”
“You are so fucking beautiful and only seeing me…worshiping every inch of this perfect body can you start to grasp that.” He clarifies with absolute seriousness.
“Daniel I look like a whale.” I protest.
“You look utterly beautiful. Now, do I have to gag you as well, because I only have one tie with me so I’ll have to borrow one from Tom for tomorrow.”
“Why would you need a tie for tomorrow. It’s Christmas Day? ” I twist my head so I am looking directly into his crystal blues.
“To dress for dinner I assume.” His brow arched with query.
“Um, I don’t think its that formal.” I bite back a smile, for a moment I thought he was teasing but I can see he meant it and I realise that would be his mother’s idea of Christmas talking.
“Fine, not what I want to be discussing right now Mrs Stone.” He dismisses the conversation just as quickly.
“Sorry, but no gag and I’ll try to keep them open, okay?” I face the mirror and draw in a deep breath, enjoying the shiver of anticipation fire across my skin.
“Oh baby, you’ll do more than try. I know how much you like to come.” He pushes one hand lightly between my shoulder blades and I tilt forward. My hands reach for the cool marble of the vanity unit and I hold his gaze in the reflection of the enormous mirror. He steps behind me and uses his foot to nudge my ankles wider apart. I can instantly feel the heat pool between my legs and wish I had managed a furtive squeeze of my thighs before I was spread wide. His hands glide over the silk of my robe and stop to pick at the bow at the front. The material slides open and I fight the innate urge to close my eyes. I’m not hideous, but I’m far from attractive, my tummy is stretched and large veins colour the skin. Even my belly button no longer wants any part of my body and is trying it’s damnedest to escape.
“Perfect.” His words skim my skin with his sweet breath at my neck. He holds my gaze and I feel the truth in his words like a vice grip on my heart. He thinks I’m perfect…like this. He pulls the robe from my shoulders and follows the material with long sensual strokes of his firm hands. His lips lightly trace a path of kisses along the side of my neck, down my spine and back up again. He keeps checking intermittently that I am obeying his command and keeping my eyes open. I am, and with every hum and moan of desire that breaks from deep in his chest, every whispered word of pleasure he utters I begin to see what he sees.
“Daniel,” I plead. My neediness knows no bounds with my hormones these days and he barely has to lay a hand on me and I want to come. So with him gloriously naked pressed against my body, touching, stroking and reverently caressing every inch I am all but ready to explode.
“What to do you baby?” He mutters against my skin.
“You.” I sigh.
“I guessed as much, but you are going to need to be more specific.” He pauses and I find I hold my breath until his lips curl in a devious smile and he speaks again. His eyes dance with a dark fire that I feel burning deep inside of me. “Do you want my fingers stroking your clit until your scream?”
“Oh god!” I pant out my held breath in an exasperated puff of air.
“Eyes open!” He reprimands, just as I am about to screw my eyelids tight at his carnal tone and erotic words. I let out a whimper and bite my lips tight in lieu of shutting my eyes. “or would you like my mouth, my tongue sliding along your folds, drinking in your wetness.” He croons and I start to tremble.
“Please…” I cry out and try to inch my legs together, but his own legs have mine pinned wide. His thick cock jutting against my bottom. I tilt my hips and wantonly push back against his impressive erection.
“Oh, something very specific you want baby?” He chuckles into my neck and I sag back into his strong frame.
“Yes please Sir.” His eyes darken and I feel him move, so the tip of his cock is just nudging my soaking wet entrance. His large hands cup my aching breasts and he squeezes at the same time sinking his full length deep inside me in one delicious thrust. His deep blue eyes shine and sear right through me, he holds my gaze, but honestly I couldn’t look anywhere else if my life depended on it. He owns me.
“Oh God Daniel I’m not going to last…you feel so good.” I moan as I feel the first twinge of muscles tighten inside my core.
“I know baby…Just give me everything…let go, but don’t you dare close your eyes.” He pulls back and pumps slowly back inside. He is so deep and gentle, grinding his hips at that perfect angel that I feel in my toes. A tiny spark of raw energy crackle at the base of my spine, ready to ignite and explode.
“Harder.” I beg.
“No baby, I’ll make you come, but like this. You don’t need hard tonight…you need adored.” He secures me against his body, we’re perfectly aligned and I can feel every inch of him, inside and out, of my body. Its heaven and as he continues his sublime languid strokes, I let go. My body takes over, tiny rippling contractions morph into seismic waves that seize and assault my body. My hands grip tighter as my whole body starts to quake and shudder. Daniel’s eyes darken and he bites down on my neck, his tempered control finally cracking, but only in a way he will allow. Nothing feral, hard or risky, just a calculated outlet for his own coursing desire.
I scream out and am thankful his strong embrace is holding me upright as my legs give way. His grip tightens as I feel him thicken inside me, he pushes himself to the hilt chasing his own release, groaning into my skin but never breaking eye contact. I couldn’t feel more worshiped if I was sat on a throne. He certainly looks at me like I am a Queen and I only feel that way because he is my King.

He dips and easily lifts me into his arms as if I am no weight at all and kissing the tip of my nose he carries me into the bedroom. He lays me down like I am the most precious cargo and slides in next to me. His arms thread my body, his large palms flat against our bump as his body assumes the big spoon position. The baby rolls in my tummy under his touch, some sort of dance that always happens every time Daniel lays his hands like this.
“Shh baby let your mum get her rest.” He whispers over my shoulder.
“I don’t think that’s going to work tonight.” I sniff out a light laugh.
“No? Why?”
“It’s been a bit of a day and night for that matter. I think little one here is a little excited Daddy’s home.” I place my hand over his and our fingers entwine.
“Mummy was a little excited too.” I can feel his lips curl in a smile, resting as they are, against my hair.
“More than a little.” I bark out a dirty laugh, all tension and anxiety has left my body and I am a happy pliant, blissfully pleased pregnant wife.
“Happy Christmas Bethany.” He presses the sweetest kiss into my hair and I twist my neck to look into his eyes.
“It is now.” I whisper and finally let my eyes close.I don’t need to keep them open to see what he sees…I feel what he feels…I feel it in my soul.
The End