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Early morning sunlight floods the room, and I let out a contented sigh. I slept like a baby last night. Since Derek and I moved into a cabin up on Trout Creek Mountain, I feel safer than ever.
I often think back to that fateful night when we met. Even though the circumstances were horrible, it led to the best thing in my life: him. It didn’t take us long before we decided to look for our own love nest. Up here on the mountain, there’s peace, quiet, and gorgeous nature. The perfect setting to raise a kid. At least in six months. I’m only three months pregnant, but Derek’s already put together the entire baby room.
Jules was over the moon when I told her I was pregnant. Plus, she got two new neighbors out of the whole ordeal. Toby never returned and was replaced by a sweet young couple with kids.
Derek has been going to therapy to deal with the guilt over his dead friend, and I’ve been taking so many self-defense classes that Jason asked me if I wanted to teach a group of women. I now work at the library during the day and work a few hours a week at the gym, which is great when Derek has a late-night shift.
I know it may sound like a brag, but my life is fucking perfect.
Next to me, Derek stirs. He opens his eyes and turns to me. “Morning, gorgeous.”
I roll over to his side and kiss him. “Morning, officer handsome.”
“How are you feeling today? No nausea?” He studies me with a worried expression.
It’s adorable how concerned he is about me. He treats me like his queen, and I’m all here for it. Sometimes I do have to pinch myself to realize this is all real.
“I feel great today, but I do have a craving,” I tell him.
“Tell me what you crave, and I’ll get it for you.”
I wiggle my eyebrows while I climb on top of him, his dick immediately reacting to my eager body. “What I crave, Derek is... dick.”
He laughs. “Well, if that is what my beautiful wife needs, who am I to argue?”
“Fuck, yeah,” I say, sliding my pussy over his dick, ready to be filled by my amazing husband.
Like I said, life is fucking perfect.