“I’m going to do my best to find them each a girl. Everyone deserves to be as happy as we are,” I grin, sliding into the car as he holds the door open for me.

  Bending down, he reaches in and buckles me up.

  “Don’t hold your breath, sunshine. Those guys are set in their ways,” he chuckles, shutting the door and getting behind the wheel.

  “So were you,” I remind him. “Love changes everything.”

  “Not going to argue with you there,” he smiles before picking up the blindfold.

  “Again?”

  The world goes black as he secures the fabric over my eyes.

  “The blindfold didn’t seem to bother you in bed,” he smirks, starting the roar of the engine.

  “That’s because your mouth distracted me.”

  His hand rests on my thigh before my sundress hikes up as he moves his thumb over my lace panties.

  “Guess I’ll have to distract you then.” I don’t need my eyes to tell me he’s grinning wickedly right now as he leisurely rubs his finger in circles before massaging my thigh.

  Feeling relaxed, I lean back with a sigh.

  “I’m so glad I get to feel this for the rest of my life.”

  “You and me both,” he chuckles.

  A short time later, I feel the car turn onto a gravel road.

  “Taking me out to the woods to have your way with me?” I ask, turning my head in his direction.

  “Maybe.” We eventually come to a stop, and he kills the engine. “Or maybe,” he whispers, removing my blindfold. “I’m taking you home.”

  “What?” I gasp, staring at the house I loved from the flyer weeks ago. My eyes follow the white wood lap siding that covers the beautiful three-story home to the wrap-around porch overlooking the ocean below.

  Shrieking, I fumble with the door handle and scamper out of the vehicle. Running up the porch stairs, I stop when I reach the view in the back.

  “I can’t believe you did this,” I whisper when I feel him come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist. “You bought this house,” I say in disbelief, still not believing it.

  “I heard it had a beautiful library,” he grins against my cheek.

  “It does,” I squeal, turning around and jumping into his arms. “This is our home,” I whisper in awe.

  “It’s all ours,” he smiles, walking to the front of the house with me wrapped around him as he dangles the key in his hand before unlocking the door and stepping inside. Gently setting me down, I stare wide-eyed at the beauty of it all.

  Dark hardwood floors greet us, with tall wood beam ceilings. The living room is warm and inviting with the neutral walls and wood contrast. A beautiful stone fireplace leads up to the second floor, where a balcony overlooks the living area.

  Beyond the living room are gleaming white marble countertops and beautiful white cabinets with open driftwood shelves mixed in. A large island sits in the middle, with plenty of room off to the side for a dining room table.

  Just like my family’s beach house, the back is covered in windows, giving us a view of the beautiful blue waters off in the distance. We are far enough from the water that beyond the pool and deck area is a yard perfect for a swing set and an area for kids to run around and play.

  A short black iron fence securely houses the space with a gate leading down to the beach below. Perfect for keeping pets and children safe from exploring on their own.

  “Want to see the library?” He whispers, grinning against my neck.

  Overcome with emotion, all I can do is nod as he leads me up the stairs to the second level. My hand runs along the smooth wood railing with black iron accents as we climb the wood steps covered in a pretty grey carpet that runs down the middle.

  He shows me the three bedrooms on the second level, complete with a loft overlooking the living room that would be perfect for a game room and movie area, before we walk up another level and enter a landing with a beautiful view of the ocean.

  “Wow,” I breathe, going over to the window. “The view from up here is breathtaking.”

  “The master bedroom and bath are this way, he points to the left, but over here is what you’ve been waiting for.”

  He guides me to the other side of the landing and opens the door.

  Another vase of pink roses sits in the middle, next to a mound of cozy blankets and pillows. A bucket of champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries sits on a tray beside it.

  Wall-to-ceiling bookcases surround the area, with a view of the ocean lining the back wall, complete with a cozy window seat to curl up on.

  The pictures don’t do it justice as I stare at the beautiful library, already imagining the books I can’t wait to fill the shelves with.

  “Knox…I.” My words fail me as I run my hand along the white wood.

  “Did I make Savannah Montgomery speechless?” He chuckles. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so quiet.”

  “It’s rare to do, but yes,” I laugh. “I love this house so much.” Looking around the room, I can already picture and hear the sound of our kids’ bare feet running around the house…the laughter that will fill these walls for years to come.

  Closing my eyes, I can feel the love seeping into the wood and a deep knowing that even more in the days ahead are coming as I place a hand on my stomach.

  Turning, I blink back the tears and reach my hand into my purse, taking out a small box.

  “This is for you,” I say softly, handing him the blue-wrapped gift with the pink bow on it.

  Lifting his eyebrow, he takes the box and carefully lifts the lid. He stills when he sees his name and number on the small black fabric.

  Discarding the box on the floor, he pulls out the tiny sleeper that’s identical to the uniform he wears. The socks attached even look like skates, and the beanie mimics the helmet.

  His blue eyes are a swarm of emotions as he fists the newborn outfit in his hand.

  “I thought our baby needed to wear their daddy’s jersey when we cheer for him at every home game,” I smile through my tears.

  “Savi,” he whispers, swallowing hard. “Are you sure?” He takes a step forward and glances at my stomach.

  “I went to the doctor yesterday just for the extra confirmation. According to the time frame, I guess you scored a goal that first time after your game,” I laugh softly. “I should have known you wouldn’t miss based on your high-scoring stats.”

  “No, I don’t suppose so,” he gives a slight chuckle before dropping to his knees and laying his head against my belly. My fingers run through his hair before he finally speaks. “Did the doctor say anything else?” He asks so quietly that I can barely hear him. “Everything is okay?”

  My hand stills on his head before I sink to my knees in front of him. It didn’t even occur to me he’d be worried about the pregnancy because of his mom.

  Taking his face in my hands, I lift his head, so he’s looking at me.

  “Everything is just the way it’s supposed to be,” I smile, trying to erase the fear I see on his face. “It’s still early, of course, but I’m healthy, Knox. The baby will be too.”

  Nodding his head slightly, he kisses me softly before his hand touches my stomach.

  “I’m going to be a daddy,” he whispers, staring at my nonexistent bump in wonderment.

  “You are,” I laugh softly, wiping a tear away.

  “I’m not like him,” he murmurs. “Not even in the slightest,” he says, furrowing his brow as he keeps his palm against my stomach. “I was scared I was going to feel like him, but I don’t.” He shakes his head and blinks away the tears that have suddenly appeared as he struggles to find the right words.

  “My mom felt it, though,” he says, looking up at me.

  “Love,” I smile, brushing his hair back. “I felt it too the minute I found out. You were her gift, Knox, not her demise, like your dad blamed you for. Even if she had known the outcome, she still would have chosen you over a life of never having you in it.”

  “Fuck,” he whispers painfully, bringing me to his chest and holding me tight. “I didn’t understand, but I do now. I blamed myself for so long,” he chokes out, “but I would have done the same damn thing if I had been in her position. Our baby is part of you, and I would rather die than lose any piece of you.”

  “I know,” I whisper. “I feel the same. You will be an amazing father, Knox. Our child is lucky to have you.”

  “I’m the lucky one. I get to love both of you.”

  Pulling back, I bring his lips to mine as I sink into the kiss I started, but it doesn’t take long before he fully takes over. Lifting me up, he lays me down on the soft blankets as his tongue dances with mine.

  Running my hands through his hair, he lifts my dress and exposes my stomach as he trails kisses down my neck before stopping at my belly.

  “I can’t wait to see you round with my child,” he breathes against my skin as he places soft kisses over our baby. “Is it wrong to be so turned on by a pregnant woman?” He asks, lifting his head.

  “Not if it’s your fiancé,” I laugh.

  “I’m not waiting a second longer to make you my wife,” he says, shaking his head. “Especially now that we are going to be a family.”

  “How quick are we talking?”

  “How fast can you throw on a white dress?” He asks, causing me to laugh. “Just tell me what you want your wedding day to look like, and I’ll make it happen.”

  “I don’t want a big wedding,” I say, shaking my head. “Just family and close friends. Maybe we can have it here,” I smile. “There’s no furniture yet, so we can easily turn it into a wedding venue.”

  “Here,” he asks, surprised. “Are you sure? Money’s not a problem. I can secure any place you want.”

  “It’s in the middle of your season, and the team needs you to get to the playoffs, so taking time off is not an option. What?” I ask when he grins at me.

  “Nothing, I just love how you are scheduling our wedding around my hockey games.”

  “Of course I am,” I scoff. “You’re the captain, for crying out loud. Who’s going to lead them to the cup? Besides, I’m in love with our home. I would love nothing more than to become your wife and create this memory in the same place where our children will grow up.”

  “And the honeymoon?”

  “Can be done after you bring home the Stanley,” I grin, pulling his head closer to me. “Are you okay with having the wedding here?”

  “I can’t think of a more perfect place,” he smiles. “We’ll talk to a wedding planner tomorrow so you can let them know what your vision is.”

  “Now that we’ve got that figured out,” I whisper, tracing my tongue over his bottom lip, “your fiancé really needs you inside of her now.”

  FORTY-TWO

  KNOX

  “I think that can be arranged,” I growl against her lips as my tongue dives in to meet hers. Lifting her dress over her head, I peel my black t-shirt off and swipe my tongue over the lace covering her nipple.

  “I think they’re bigger.” Putting my palm over her tits, they feel slightly more swollen. “Is that possible already?”

  “Yes,” she moans, pushing her chest further into my hand. “More sensitive too,” she whimpers when my teeth graze over her nipple through the lace.

  “Mmmm, pregnant Savi is going to be fun.” Reaching behind her, I quickly unclasp the bra, letting her breasts spill free. “Fuck, sunshine,” I growl, burying my face in her gorgeous tits. “I’m fucking these later.” I lightly bite her skin, and her hands fumble with my pants, setting me free in seconds.

  “Impatient tonight?” I chuckle, feeling her hand circle around my swollen cock.

  “Must be the hormones or the fact that I’m your fiancé now,” she pants, stroking me harder, “either way, I need you really bad right now.”

  “I need you, too,” I groan when her thumb swipes over my tip, catching my precum that’s already leaking out. Sliding my hands under the strings on her side, I hook the fabric with my thumbs and pull her lace thong down her legs. She opens her legs wider for me as I hover above her.

  “And this is okay for the baby?” I ask, nudging my tip inside. “I can’t hurt anything?”

  “Not only is it okay, but having sex while pregnant keeps the mother happy and stress-free, which in turn is healthy for the baby,” she moans, lifting her hips and sliding me in more.

  “Really?” I ask, leaning back.

  “Really,” she laughs. “I asked the doctor, and I Googled it. Orgasm can also be more intense, which I can’t imagine how that is possible, but I’m really looking forward to seeing if it’s true.”

  “Maybe I’ll keep you pregnant for the next six years,” I grin. “We do need enough for that hockey team.”

  “Yes, we do,” she smiles before her eyes close in bliss as I go deep in one thrust. “I’m in trouble,” she moans, lifting her hips and wanting more. “God, that feels amazing.”

  “Yes, it fucking does,” I rasp, filling her again and feeling her pussy constrict around me. “Jesus, Savi,” I growl, clamping my jaw tightly as my dick begs for release.

  “Don’t stop,” she begs, wrapping her legs around me and lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. Grabbing a pillow, I shove it under her lower back, giving me the perfect angle to go deeper. “Oh God, Knox,” she whimpers, as I find one of her sweet spots inside.

  She explodes around me with a cry as I take her over the edge. When I feel her pussy squeeze me, I quickly follow as I release in a violent rush.

  “Fuck!” I pant as my orgasm blinds me with its force. Sweat breaks out on my body as I breathe deeply, taking lungfuls of air like I’ve been starving for oxygen. “Holy fucking shit,” I laugh softly when I can finally feel my body again. “No wonder your brothers have so many kids.”

  “I know, right,” she giggles, brushing her hair off her damp forehead. “The girls have told me stories, but I didn’t believe them.”

  “I think we can safely say they were telling the truth,” I chuckle, sliding out of her slowly, careful not to put my weight on her as I fall back on the pillows to catch my breath.

  She snuggles up to my side as my arm wraps around her.

  Lifting her hand, I kiss her ring finger as the light catches the diamond on her hand.

  “I can’t wait to be your wife,” she whispers, burying herself in my chest and kissing her spot on my heart.

  I’ll have to add another ray of light soon for our baby.

  I like the idea of bringing more light into the darkness on my skin.

  “I can’t wait either,” I whisper, kissing her forehead and covering her with a blanket. She soon falls asleep, and I lie there, already feeling more love in this home than I could have ever imagined as a child that I would someday receive in return.

  Placing my hand on her stomach, a smile touches my lips, knowing our child will never have to wonder if he or she is loved. Just like their mother, I’ll make damn sure they both feel it every single day of their lives.

  Removing my black wedding band, I grab the chain I keep in my locker before stringing it on and placing it around my neck, making sure it’s secure under my jersey close to the extra ray of light I now have tattooed on my chest.

  “Was that Savi’s idea or yours?” Kane chuckles, eyeing the new black band tattoo on my ring finger so it’s never bare even during a game.

  “Mine,” I grin. “Although I would have done it if she had asked me to anyway.”

  “Better hope she never leaves your ass,” Foxx chuckles, putting on his pads. “You’re permanently marked as a married man now.”

  “If she ever does leave my ass, she’ll have number twenty-two permanently marked on her skin, so I guess we will both be in the same boat,” I smirk.

  “No shit,” Kane laughs. “Where?”

  “Nowhere you’ll ever be touching,” I grin, taping up my stick before breaking it off with my teeth.

  Even though it was two weeks ago, I still vividly remember her surprising me on our wedding night with the small ink tattoo. The delicate number is written out in words in a pretty cursive below her left breast.

  Of course, for now, it’s temporary ink and something her brother, Jake, designed while she’s pregnant, but it still has the same effect on me every time I see my number branded on her skin. She’s just as in love with it as I am and has already made an appointment to make it permanent once the baby is born. It’s my new favorite place to taste, and I make sure to do it every chance I can get.

  “Lucky for you, because if I did, she really would leave you,” Kane smiles smugly before throwing his jersey on and grabbing his stick.

  “Not a fucking chance in hell,” I chuckle. “She’s mine.” Throwing the tape his way, he catches it in the air. “Here’s a thought. Quit thinking about touching my wife and start thinking about the fucking game we're about to play.”

  Foxx laughs, and I glare his way. “You too, asshole,” I say, walking away and leaving them behind before another smart-ass comment filters out of their mouth.

  I spot Cayden in his usual area in the corner. He pulls his earbuds out when he sees me.

  “How’s the hip feeling?” I ask, sitting down.

  “I’ll live,” he says, taking a sip of water. “Coach thinks I need some yoga therapy or some type of shit like that. Says he has a friend from high school who owns a studio, and she’s helped a few of his players who have recurring injuries.”

  “It’s worth a try,” I shrug.

  “Yeah,” he sighs. “It’s right next door to the ballet studio where I signed up, Scar, so I guess it won’t hurt to pop over and try out one session when her lessons start. I swear if they make me put crystals on my forehead and chant weird shit, I’m out of there.”

  “If it fixes your problem, I don’t care if they shove crystals up your ass and make you dance naked under the full moon. We need you out there…I need you. I want you in the net when we win the cup this year.”

  “Dancing naked under a full moon doesn’t sound so bad,” he grins before turning serious. “You know me. I’ll do whatever I need to do to keep myself in this game.”