Two years later...
I stand in the living room, watching the snow co down. The Christmas lights outside illuminate the big flakes fluttering to the ground.
"He’s out," Mufasa says, coming up behind and wrapping an arm around , resting his hand on my new baby bump. I swear it popped out overnight. Mufasa is loving it.
Tomorrow is Christmas. The whole family will be here to celebrate with us. We’ll get to tell them we’re having a little girl this ti. It’s been hard to keep my mouth shut. Mufasa’s mom and I have beco close. She’s everything a mom should be. If she pushed one more ti, I would have cracked.
"You made it snow." I turn in my husband’s arms. "This feels like a real Christmas." My eyes start to sting with tears. I didn’t know I could be this happy. Heck, I didn’t know I could be this loved either. Love without strings attached.
"Baby..." Mufasa’s hands co to my face, tilting my head back to look up at him.
"Happy tears." I blink, trying to clear them. "It’s just crazy how I’ve gone from no family to now having the best one anyone could ever have." This husband of mine has saved in so many ways. "You’ve given the world. I’m not sure how I’ll ever make that up to you."
"You gave my son. Hell, you gave you. There isn’t anything else I want more in the world than this—my wife and kids at ho in this cabin. You made my dreams co true too."
I pull him down for a kiss, my eyes falling closed. Nothing about Mufasa ever gets old. I could kiss him for hours and still want more. He breaks the kiss, lifting off my feet.
"We have plans," he reminds , carrying over to the kitchen where he sets down on the counter. I watch as he makes a hot chocolate.
"You still have to bring the presents out," I remind him, looking over at the tree. Little A is crawling around like a wild man, so we haven’t put anything under the tree yet. He would have been all over it.
My chest fills with warmth, my hand going to my stomach. I still can’t get over how much Little A looks like his daddy. He even ca out huge. I pushed for five hours before they had to go in and get him.
With all Mufasa and I have been though, that was the only ti I’ve ever seen fear on his face. His mom was able to talk him down quickly. C-sections aren’t that uncommon. I was tiny compared to Mufasa. Then he went and put a giant baby inside of . I wasn’t shocked when he ca out ten pounds.
"I’ll get them." He brings over my mug. "I still have to set up the train, but I promised you a Christmas movie and a foot rub."
I moan thinking about the foot rub already. "Have I told you that you’re the most wonderful husband?"
"Having a wife like you makes it easy." He takes the mug from my hand, helping off the counter. "Go sit on the sofa." He smacks my ass as I go. I drop down on the sofa, and he brings over my hot chocolate and so cookies. He brings out the presents and starts putting them under the tree. The lights on the tree sparkle, and the light from the fire only illuminates them even more.
"Baby." Mufasa gives a look.
"They’re happy tears, I swear." He shakes his head. "It’s your fault. You know I’m a crier when I’m knocked up, and you went and did it again." He walks over to the sofa, sitting down next to before pulling into his lap. I shift around so I can straddle him. "I think about all these small traditions we’re making. It’s so different from when I was a kid." He wipes a tear from my cheek before kissing it.
"I told you that day you said you’d marry that I’d give you anything you ever wanted."
I smile. I do rember. I was a crying ss then too. Okay, maybe it’s not the babies and just or my wonderful husband.
"I know. I never once doubted that." I run my finger down his jaw. "You’re the hero of my story."
"Baby." He pulls down for a kiss. I moan into his mouth when his hands slip up the back of my shirt.
"Bed," I tell him when his mouth starts kissing my neck. He rises with in his arms and carries to our bed.
"I love you. So damn much. You keep saying I saved you, but I was empty until I found you. Drifting."
"We needed each other." I truly believe we’re soul mates. How else would we have fallen in love so quickly? The very first night, he didn’t want to let go. We saw each other and just knew. As ssed up as it was that I got tangled in my brother’s ss, it not only freed from him, but it gave Mufasa.
"I promise you. What I feel for you goes way past fucking need."
"I love you," I say against his lips.
"I love you too."
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