Page 60 of Save Me

"Good job, baby girl," I whisper, my eyes fluttering open to find Brantley standing in the doorway, grinning at us. "Are you ready to sleep now?"

"Uh-huh," she whispers, snuggling up against me again.

"In your bed?"

Her face falls into a pout.

Brantley pushes the door closed, strolling toward us. "I told her that she could sleep with us tonight," he murmurs. "But she has to sleep in her bed tomorrow."

"Uh-huh," I say.

"I'll sleep in my room amarrow, Mama," she says, putting her little cold feet against me. "Pwomise."

"You know we aren't going to love you any less when the baby gets here, right, Corbin?" I ask, brushing my fingers through her hair. "Your daddy will still scare monsters with you. I'll still bake cookies with you. You'll still be our favorite girl. You'll just have a little brother who loves you just as much as we do, too."

"I know, Mama."

Brantley crawls into bed with us, adjusting the blankets over us. "Your little brother is going to love you like crazy, baby girl."

"How do you know?" she asks, her voice small.

"Because you're just like your mama." He runs a hand down my hip, squeezing. "It's impossible not to love you."

"Oh," she whispers, yawning.

I press a kiss to her porcelain cheek. "Sleep, sweet girl."

Her eyes flutter closed. Within minutes, she's out cold.

Brantley presses up against my back, his lips against the back of my neck. "She isn't worried about being replaced," he murmurs. "She's worried the baby won't like her."

"Of course the baby will love her," I whisper, staring down at her.

"She'll figure it out as soon as he gets here," Brantley says with a chuckle. "But she's nervous. She's never been a big sister before. She doesn't want to mess it up. And you're her person. You make her feel like things aren't so scary. Sometimes, she just needs you to hold her. You're damn good at that, little bird. Everything feels a helluva lot less overwhelming in your arms."

"Brantley," I whisper, turning my head to look at him as my heart flutters. "I feel the same way about you. You're home to me. Everything is less terrifying in your arms."

He smiles sweetly, curling his arm around me. His hand splays across my belly. "And you're freedom to me, little bird. The whole goddamn world feels like it's conquerable when I'm holding you."

I melt against him, my eyes drifting close. "That's because it is, Brant. For you, it is."

"Yeah," he breathes, brushing his lips against the side of my throat. "I know. You gave me that."

"I love you."

"Good." His lips curve into a smile against my skin. "Because she's probably going to end up in our bed again tomorrow night. You know I can't tell her no."

I laugh quietly, shaking my head. "You better learn, Brantley Hill. Your pregnant wife needs orgasms."

"Shit," he groans. "I'll carry her back to her room."

"No." I tight my arm around her. "Let her stay tonight. You can give me orgasms tomorrow."

"How many are we talking? Five? Six?"

"All of them."

"Deal. She's sleeping in her bed tomorrow, and you're getting all the orgasms."

I smile, my eyes drifting closed. I already know we'll be having shower sex in the morning. And sex in the kitchen before she gets home from daycare. Because there's no way he's telling her no tomorrow night. So long as our baby girl needs him, he'll be there. And so will I.