More Than Forever (Providence Series Book 2) (33 page)

I just shook my head and rolled my eyes, he had to say that because we were married, pregnant, and getting married again.  

“Have I told you how much I love you today?” He asked leaning down to kiss me softly. “I love you to the moon and back. I will for the rest of my life.” 

“Wow, that’s far,” I grinned as I replied, because only Luke would come out with that.  

“It’s true. And did you know, that the heart makes enough energy for a truck to drive roughly twenty miles every day, and if you multiply that by a lifetime that’s the same distance as it is to get to the moon and back to earth.” 

“So, you’re telling me that you love me with all of the blood your heart pumps during your life?” I wrinkled my nose because that bit was a bit less romantic. 

“Yup,” he kissed me again, this time for longer and a little bit wetter. “And that’s a fact, Mrs. Montgomery.” 

Smiling up at him because I loved Luke’s rare dorky moments like this, I replied, “I love you enough to squeeze your two behemoth babies out of my hoo-hah and not rip your nuts off and feed them to you through your nostrils. Now
that’s
love.” 

Luke burst out laughing, and I just lay looking up at him relieved that what was haunting him before was now gone. But I also meant my testament of love - these babies were going to be huge, even my OBGYN had said that. Thank God for the wonders of modern medicine and its painkilling abilities, I intended to take everything they offered. 

I swept my hand up his back and pulled his head down to me for what turned into one of the most intense and amazing kisses we’d ever had. The whole time we were both stroking each other, and when he entered me, it was like heaven, but then it was like that every time. He’d taken it slowly as I held onto him and wrapped my legs around his hips. There were moments for hard and fast, moments for starting slowly and speeding up, but this was one of the rare moments where you needed to make love slowly and worship each other.  

I was getting close and I knew Luke was, too, and when he reached down and circled my clit, I went over the edge screaming and clamping down on him so hard I felt him struggling to move. His groan, when he hit his climax within seconds of mine, took me higher, and by the time I came back down again I was shaking as he panted into my neck. 

“I can’t feel my legs, Luke!” It came out as a croak, making me blush thinking that the security guard outside the door may well have heard me screaming. 

“You’re welcome.” His chuckle into my neck had ended on a yelp when I’d pinched his arm skin for being so cocky. 

“You need to do that when I have your gargantuan babies so that I don’t feel anything.” 

“I’m not convinced they’ll let me do that in the hospital when you’re in labor,
sayang
and I doubt you’ll want me to either,” he snorted, playing with the angel wings necklace around my neck. I still felt emotional when I saw the necklace because it had been something that I’d cherished as a kid, almost the only beautiful thing I had that was mine only. When I’d taken it off and dropped it, I thought that that was it for the rest of my life, but he’d carried it around and kept it safe since that night. “Let’s go and relax in the bath for a bit. You still need to take it easy.” 

He wasn’t going to get any arguments out of me. Lying back against him now, watching my bump moving, even after all of the earlier revelations I felt more relaxed than I could ever remember feeling. 

Picking up his watch from the side of the bath, Luke chuckled as he saw the time. “Three twenty on the dot. That’s my boys!” 

The babies had the most bizarre routine, they had been carrying out their acrobatic routines at the same time every day for the last ten days. It might have deviated by five minutes, but it was the same time pretty much.  

“Boys? One of them could be a girl you know.” He was adamant it was boys, but I had a feeling there was a girl in there.  

“No, it’s both boys. It has to be; I don’t know what to do with girls.” I couldn’t help laughing at his panic. 

“Uh Luke, I don’t know what to do with babies. I have zero experience, at least you had younger brothers!” 

“I never changed their diapers or shit like that though! I just…brother’d.” He shrugged. 

“Is that even a word?” I asked through my giggles. 

“It is now!” Sighing, he rubbed my bump one last time and continued, “We need to get out of the bath, baby, we’re going over to my parents for dinner because we’ve got final wedding plans to go over with Mom.” 

Shit, I’d forgotten about our MOGzilla time tonight.  

As we were getting ready, I saw him typing furiously on his phone and my heart sank. “That thieving thimble dick, he just sent me this!” He held up his phone and I saw a photo of Cole on the screen standing with a bag that had Luke’s name on it full of the baking we’d done earlier.  He was grinning straight at the camera with a full mouth of whatever it was that he’d taken out of it. The kicker was, the only time that I could bake or even cook properly was around Luke’s mom, any other time what I made just went wrong for whatever reason so those baked goods were like gold dust to Luke.  

“We’ll get some from your Mom tonight, she always has tons of yummy stuff around,” I rubbed his back still giggling. 

“This is true. I’m still gonna kick his ass. Limp raccoon pricked bush fucker.” 

Chapter

TWENTY-SEVEN

M
aya
 

S
tanding in Ren’s parents’
house waiting to be told that it was time, I snuck a look out of the window at the marquee’s that were set up for today. I was nervous about the normal things, like messing up my lines or falling flat on my face, but my Dad had promised me repeatedly that he was going to make sure that I didn’t. I know every bride has those worries, but not every bride had to walk in stiletto’s down an aisle covered in fabric that could potentially snag on of the heels resulting in a face floor moment in front of everyone.  

My parents had arrived four days ago and I’d had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing at the look on Ren’s face when Dad met him for the first time and glowered at him for “knocking her up before you put a damn ring on her hand”. 

People would think that, as an Ambassador, he’d be stuffy and uptight, but when he got going, my Dad could leave Cole in the dust.  

Mom was excited and pretty much flying high over the prospect of being a Grandma, and once Dad had stopped giving Ren shit and had seen my bump, he’d grinned like a crazy guy.  

I’d had my final fitting yesterday and we’d collected all of the dresses before the rehearsal dinner, which hadn’t gone according to plan. We’d had chocolate bombs for dessert, and as a joke, I’d had the caterer fill Cole’s with tampons. Unfortunately, the sauce that we poured over was a hot raspberry one. When the chocolate had split open and the sauce had poured onto the tampons…let’s just say Cole freaked out that badly that he hit the plate in front of him and sent the contents flying onto himself. He’d ended up with a couple of tampons hanging from random places and the raspberry sauce on his face and pretty much everywhere else. That had led to him gagging so hard he threw up, just missing my Dad, and then ran and stumbled out of the door towards the bathroom. 

“Did you ever have him tested?” Dad asked Brett, who was sitting beside him. 

“No, but we did tell him that he was adopted.” 

“Is he?” 

“Maya did, and apparently he’s fine. I’d still prefer that he was adopted,” Ren replied scowling, while his siblings nodded their heads and Christie looked up at the ceiling. 

“I told you that boy wasn’t right when he was born,” Hurst snapped at Jack. 

“Dad, he’s a mini you for crying out loud.” 

“
That’s
how we knew there was something wrong with him, sweetheart,” Linda said, reaching over and patting Jack’s hand. “You’re just like your father, too, but at least four of your kids got Colette’s genes. We have hope that Ren and Maya’s baby will too.” 

Turning around to face me, Dad looked at my stomach, then to Ren, then Brett, Tom, and Layla who had both arrived that morning. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and then looked at my Mom for help. She just patted his cheek and said, “It’s okay, I don’t think it’s hereditary.” 

Little did they know, I still had the number that Ebru gave me and I fully intended on using it, as soon as the baby was old enough. 

It had sucked not being able to spend the night with Ren and I missed him. I was lying with Pippa, who I’d stolen back from the pig thief Cole, feeling sorry for myself in our big empty bed, when I felt the first movement from the baby and snatched up my phone, dialing Ren. 

“I miss you, baby,” he sulked down the phone as soon as he answered. 

“Ren, I need you here,
now
.” 

“What’s wrong?” I could hear stomping and doors slamming. He was at Mark’s house with the rest of the guys, while the girls all spent the night here, so he didn’t have too far to run. The houses were far enough apart though that it would still take him a couple of minutes to get to me. 

“The baby moved,” I gasped just as it did it again. 

I could hear the guys shouting and Ren yelling at them to get out of his way. There was a thud and Cole whined and then there was scuffling sounds. “The fucking baby moved, assholes, get outta my
fucking way
!” 

Obviously, those were the magic open sesame words because it all went silent in the background and all I could hear was Ren panting as he ran. The door slammed downstairs and I hung up hearing footsteps thudding towards me, and then he was skidding into the room and Pippa was standing at the edge of the bed squealing for her daddy. 

“Is it okay? Do you need the doctor? Is it meant to do that?” I just laughed and grabbed his hand, putting it on my bump. As soon as his hand spread out, the baby kicked again and I looked up at him grinning to see his nose wrinkled. “Baby, I think that’s just gas.” 

“It’s not gas, it’s the baby,” I was growling, but come on, gas? This was the most magical moment of my life and he was calling it gas! 

Ebru, Scarlett, and Layla stuck their heads into the room and took in Ren’s look of… I don’t even know what that was, and my scowl. 

“What did he do?” Layla spoke up first. 

“The baby moved, and
he
,” I pointed my finger at Ren as he narrowed his eyes at me, “said it was gas!” 

Apparently, the women got it because they all glared at him, causing Ren to take a step back. “What?” He held his hands up in front of him. “It felt like gas, how am I meant to know what it feels like?” None of them fell for it and continued to glare at him. Sighing, he nodded his head in acceptance over his fuck up. “You’re right! Now go, so I can have a minute with Maya and our little gas bubble.” 

Scarlett let out a little laugh, but I wasn’t going to be fooled by that cuteness. They all said goodnight and left me alone with the asshole that I was marrying in twelve hours. 

Lying down beside me on the bed with his head level with my bump, he reached out and stroked it gently while Pippa, who was delighted that her daddy was there, snuffled excitedly around his neck making him smile. “This time two years ago, if you’d told me that I’d be marrying a woman I loved so much that it hurt with a baby on the way…”  

“And a pig baby,” I interrupted, nodding my head at Pippa who was now standing on his back walking back and forth. 

“And a pig baby,” he laughed, the movement sending Pippa tumbling off his back and onto the bed. “I wouldn’t have believed you. But there isn’t one day that goes by that I don’t think of myself as the luckiest guy in the world.” He got up and crawled up the bed so that he had his hands either side of my head and was looking down at me. “I can’t wait to marry you, baby.” 

I didn’t realize I’d started crying until he reached down and wiped away a tear that was heading towards my lip and then leaned down to kiss me. Any kiss from Ren was amazing, but this kiss seemed to mean so much more.