Waiting on You Bonus Content
Waiting on You Bonus Content
Twenty-Six
Bonus Scene
(When they first arrive in Southampton)
Paige
“Damn it,” I hiss, setting my leg down.
I love being pregnant, but the bigger I get, the harder it is to do certain things. One of those being shaving my lady bits.
We arrived at his parents’ house in Southampton a couple of hours ago, and when Nate mentioned he wanted to go in the Jacuzzi, my thoughts led to all the sexy things we could do in there. So, when I came in to get my bathing suit on and noticed my hair situation, I decided to jump in the shower and shave really quick.
Sure, Nate mentioned liking my hair down there, but that doesn’t mean I want to let it grow into a jungle.
I snort out a laugh, imagining Nate trying to get through my jungle to get to my clit, and then attempt to lift my leg again. Soon, Nate’s going to wonder what’s taking me so long, and that’ll lead to him coming in here.
When I lean over, razor in hand, and can’t see anything, I sigh. “Isn’t happening.”
“What’s not happening?”
Nate’s voice scares the hell out of me, causing my foot to slip, my leg to drop, and the razor in my hand to fly out.
“Whoa!” he says, rushing to catch me.
Thankfully, I was holding on with one hand, so I wouldn’t have fallen, but I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing with him, I’m steady.
“Sorry,” I say, standing on both feet. “I was … trying to shave.”
My face heats up, and I’m grateful that I’m in a steaming hot shower, so Nate can’t see it.
When he puts the scene together, he smirks devilishly. “I told you to let me know when you wanted to shave down there and I would help you.”
“I know,” I whine. “But that’s not sexy.”
“On the contrary,” he argues, “the thought of shaving your pretty pussy is very sexy.”
He quickly discards his clothes and then steps into the shower with me. Since it’s a huge shower, he has me sit on the bench, where it’s still warm from the steam, but the water isn’t hitting me.
“Now, spread those legs so I can see what I’m working with,” Nate says once I’m situated.
“I don’t know,” I groan, closing my eyes and shaking my head. “This feels kind of intimate.”
“Princess,” he scoffs, “I’ve been intimate with every part of you. Now, open those legs.”
With another groan, I lean my back against the cool tiled wall and part my thighs, covering my eyes with my hand.
I can’t see Nate, but I feel him gently tug on my pubes, and it takes everything in me not to push my legs together.
When he trails a finger up my slit, my eyes pop open.
“What are you doing? You’re supposed to be shaving me.”
“You can’t flash the goods and not expect me to play a little,” he says with a wink that goes straight to my lady parts. “Now, relax. I have this all under control.”
He takes the shaving cream, shoots some into his palm, lathers it up, and then spreads it across my sensitive flesh. Then, very carefully, he starts to shave me.
I watch the way he handles me with care, his attention completely on the task at hand, and my heart swells. It doesn’t matter what I ask of Nate. He always gives me one hundred percent of him.
While he continues to shave me, I run my fingers through his wet hair. “Thank you for taking me away. It feels like the moment we arrived, all the stress left my body.”
“Good,” he murmurs, keeping his focus. “That’s how it should be. I think we should make coming here a yearly thing.”
“Next year will be different. We’ll have a …” I do the math. “Holy shit, we’ll have an eight-month-old.”
Nate nods, and even though his head is down, I can see his grin. “I can’t wait to meet him. I’m going to teach him how to swim and ride a bike and surf.”
“You know how to surf?”
“Hell yeah. My dad taught my brothers and me when we were younger. Before life got in the way, we used to travel to different places to surf.”
“That’s so cool. I don’t really have anything to teach him,” I mutter.
“Are you serious?” Nate says, looking up at me. “For one, you’re going to show him how to make a kick-ass scrapbook for all the places we take him to see. And, two, you’re going to teach him how to be kind and sweet. You’ll teach him how to love hard. When he experiences his first heartbreak, you’ll teach him how to forgive and move forward. You’ll teach him what strength and courage look like. So, don’t say you have nothing to teach him because by simply having you as his mom, he’ll learn everything he needs to be a good person.”
“Nate,” I choke out, “thank you. And just know that our son will learn all that from you too.”
He smiles softly and nods. “We got this, Paige.”
When Nate finishes shaving me, he stands and grabs the handheld showerhead and sprays the area between my legs to get all the shaving cream off. The pressure of the water hits me just right, and I squirm.
Nate notices, and after setting the showerhead down, he drops onto his knees and proceeds to finish what the showerhead started.
And as he licks my clit, I can’t help but consider letting him shave me from now on … especially if every time ends with an orgasm.
***
Twenty-Six
Bonus Scene
The baby kicks in Southampton
Nate
“I don’t want to leave,” Paige sighs, looking out at the water. “I think we should both quit our jobs, cash in our assets, and move here.”
It’s our last night in Southampton, and although I know she’s joking, I have to agree with her. It’s been a damn good trip, and I’m kind of dreading going back to reality.
Although I’m hoping since we’ve spent so many nights together, she’ll continue to want me to stay at her place. I don’t mind the hotel. It’s comfortable, but it’s lonely and quiet, and it doesn’t have Paige.
“We’ll come back,” I tell her, tightening my arms around her.
After taking a dip in the pool, we dried off and came over to sit in the lounge chair that faces the Atlantic. It’s a warm night, but with the breeze, it feels good. And having Paige in my arms feels even better.
“I’d really like that,” she says, sighing as she lies back on me.
We sit like this for a few minutes, enjoying the comfortable silence, and then, out of nowhere, Paige screeches, making me jump.
“Oh my God!” She grabs my hand that’s holding her and places it on her stomach. “Wait for it …”
I have no idea what’s happening, but then I feel it.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, “he kicked.”
We sit still, with her hand on mine and mine on her belly, waiting for him to do it again. And just when I think it won’t happen, the little ninja kicks again.
“That’s our baby,” Paige whispers in awe.
“Yeah, it is,” I say. “And he’s already so damn strong.”
***
Bonus Epilogue
(It’s baby time!)
Paige
“It’s perfect!”
I look around at the nursery Nate’s been working on for the past five weeks, tears of happiness filling my eyes.
When I told him I wanted to live in Dallas, the first thing he did was drag me (okay, he didn’t really have to drag me) back to his—erm, our—house and make love to me. Then, after we showered and ate dinner, he insisted we figure out which room the nursery would be. And then the next morning, he went to the store to pick out the paint samples again.
Only this time, when he put them on the wall, I knew exactly which colors I wanted. I offered to help, but Nate insisted on doing it himself—with the help of his brothers.
We spent the next few weeks picking out the furniture and decorating the room. I was a little worried it wouldn’t be finished before the baby came, but when Nate puts his mind to something, nothing will stop him.
The room is cozy with its beige walls and hunter-green accent wall. There’s a beautiful rocking chair in the corner, a whitewash wooden crib on one wall with a matching changing table. But my favorite part of the room is the gorgeous bassinet, which Cary made by hand. He knew we were doing a jungle theme, so he carved the cutest little animals into the front and back.
“The only thing left is the name plaque you want over the crib,” Nate says, sliding his arm across the back of my shoulders and pulling me into his side.
“I know.” I sigh. “But in my defense, your mom said they didn’t name any of you until you were born and they saw you.” I shrug. “I think that’s what’s going to happen with this little one.” I rest my hand on top of my belly. I’m thirty-eight weeks pregnant and counting down the days until our little guy is ready to make his way into the world.
After we met with Penny’s OB, who is so sweet, we registered at the local hospital and did a tour. So, now, all we have to do is wait for—
“Oh shit!” I glance down at the liquid running down my legs, thankful I’m standing on the wood floor and not the plush rug Nate just laid out.
“What is it?” Nate asks, looking at me in concern.
“I either peed myself or my water just broke.”
Nate’s eyes go wide as he looks down at the liquid dripping down the inside of my legs.
“Holy shit, it’s time,” Nate says, a smile spreading across his face.
“It’s like he knew,” I tell him. “We’re finally where we belong … home.”
“Damn right, you are,” Nate says, giving me a quick kiss. “Now, let’s get you to the hospital. We have a baby to name.”
***
“Dad, I’d like you to meet your grandson, Finn Bradford,” I say to my dad.
By the time we arrived at the hospital, my contractions were strong, but since neither Nate nor I had been through this before, we were expecting a long labor and delivery. But when the doctor checked me, she said I was nine centimeters and completely effaced and ready to push.
So, I did. And eight minutes later, our son entered the world.
Since it all happened so quickly, Nate sent the jet to Florida to get my dad and Debbie, and within hours, they arrived at the hospital.
“Finn,” Dad chokes out. “You named him …”
“After Mom,” I finish. “What do you think?”
When they handed my baby boy to me, I took one look at his precious face and wished my mom could be here. And then it hit me. She might not be able to be here, but that didn’t mean a part of her couldn’t be. And that was when his name came to me—Finn … after my mom, Finley.
“It’s perfect,” Dad says with tears in his eyes as he gently takes his grandson into his arms. “He’s perfect.”