In Love with a Stranger (29 page)

We didn’t actually need security at the moment, but if anything ever came up, I’d be inclined to ask him to move here as well. He was one person I knew I could trust implicitly with my family, and we really cherished that relationship.

Hannah set up her little study overlooking the garden and had taken to writing children’s books. Writing with a baby at home had been difficult, so with the blessing of my parents, we stole Maggie from them. She was a godsend, and having her with us took a lot of stress off my beautiful wife. 

Today, Hannah and I celebrated another anniversary of the day we’d first found each other again, and we’d worn the children out playing and enjoying family time.  I’d already read a bedtime story to Penelope earlier, even though she’d proclaimed she was too old for bedtime stories anymore.  Of course, she conceded and gave me her cheeky grin, when I’d told her I still had a lot of them to make up for with her.

We’d decided we wanted to have a few more children eventually, and I’d stripped before climbing into bed, eager to get on with that, even though Hannah had said she wanted to wait a bit longer before becoming pregnant again.  I hungrily watched my amazing wife come into the bedroom after getting our son to bed. 

“You still take my breath away, beautiful,” I said and turned the covers back, inviting her to join me.

She smirked and started unbuttoning her pajama top, dropping it to the floor.  I watched as she shimmied out of her sleep pants, pushing her underwear off with them.  My God, she was still a vision to behold.  I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her, my mouth finding that spot on her neck that made her shudder.  This was a special anniversary for us, and I was ready to continue our celebration now, adults-only version.

“I’m so glad we found each other again, beautiful.  I can’t even imagine what my life would’ve turned out like had we not,” I muttered against her shoulder, becoming a little emotional at the thought and holding her to me tighter.  I really didn’t want to imagine it, because it was just too horrible to think about.

“I know, and I’m glad I remembered you.  Seeing you in your office that first time, such a beautiful but odd stranger staring at me, it was all I could do not to cry, though I didn’t know why at the time.  Even if I didn’t remember loving you right at that moment, I think my heart still did.  It was a good thing that vapid woman, Brittney, ushered me away into the other room, so I didn’t make myself look like an idiot.  Had I remembered you right then, I might’ve tried to throw you down on the waiting room couch and had my way with you right there,” she grinned. 

I knew she was teasing, because I remembered her at that point, and she would’ve been too leery and timid to have ever done something like that, but I certainly appreciated the visual.

“I was so confused that day,
Mary
,” I tickled her side.  “I eventually fired that horrible woman.  She was a terrible secretary as it was, but when I overheard her shooting off her mouth about you to another assistant, I canned her arse. My father’s fortunate I’ve forgiven him for being daft enough to go find her and drag her to Scotland to try and say I’d married her.  The woman was truly vile,” I shuddered.

She giggled at my sour expression, but then her laughter turned into a smirk, as her hands starting to wander, finding me more than ready for her.  “Well, Mr. Greyson, I’d say we really do have a reason to celebrate.” She leaned in, kissing me gently.  It quickly turned heated, and before long, we were one, the feel of our bodies and our pleasure were the only things that mattered at that moment.

As we lay there spent in each other’s arms, Hannah sighed. “We forgot to grab a condom, you know.”

Oh, I knew alright.

“Are you okay with that, beautiful?”

“Yeah, I am, and given where I’m at in my cycle, there’s a good chance we might’ve just made number three,” she giggled, before snuggling against me, quickly giving in to sleep.

I lay there grinning and gave myself a little fist pump. I just might get my Travis yet.