TOUCHDOWN

THIRTY THREE - GOOD 4 U

"I always liked the name, Estelle," Emma said to Patrick, her voice filled with warmth and nostalgia as they lay in bed, settled for the night after dinner with Taylor and Travis. "In Latin, it means star," she added, her eyes sparkling with excitement. It was the first time they had discussed potential names for a baby girl, and Emma couldn't help but feel a sense of joy at the thought. "I like it!" Patrick exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face.

"Do you remember when we went stargazing the night we found out you were pregnant?" Emma's smile widened as she remembered the special moment they shared under the stars. "It's true! And we could call her Elle for short," she suggested, her eyes lighting up with excitement. Patrick wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer and kissing the top of her head. "I love it," he whispered, his heart overflowing with love for her.

"Any other names you like?" Patrick asked her. "Several, actually," she replied with a smile. "Josephine, Grace, Harper, Parker. I don't know if I can pick just one name," she laughed. Emma then turned the question back to Patrick, curious to hear his favorite names. He was thoughtful for a moment before responding, "I like Sterling, Skye, Willow, and Elliot." Emma lifted her head from his chest and rested her elbow on the bed to look him in the eyes. "Looks like we have a lot of options to choose from," she said playfully. "And, of course, first, we must find out if it's a boy or a girl." They both smiled

"I believe that our family will be overjoyed when we tell them on Christmas about our news," Emma said, stifling a yawn. She snuggled closer to Patrick, resting her head on his chest. "I hope so," Patrick replied, wrapping his arm around her. "A new addition to the family is always a reason for celebration." As they drifted off to sleep, they both couldn't help but feel excited and nervous about sharing their big news with their loved ones. They knew that it would be a Christmas to remember, and they couldn't wait to see the reactions of their family members.

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Emma woke up feeling a rush of excitement and arousal the next day. As she gazed at Patrick, still sound asleep beside her, she couldn't help but feel a surge of desire wash over her. Her hormones were driving her crazy, making her ache for his touch. She groaned when she saw the time on her cell phone; it wasn't even half past five in the morning, and she was feeling completely sleepless. Emma got out of bed quietly, not wanting to disturb Patrick, and headed downstairs to the kitchen. She was hoping that a warm cup of tea would help her relax and fall back asleep. But that didn't happen.

Less than half an hour later, she found herself bored, sitting on the cozy living room sofa, engrossed in her iPhone. Suddenly, she felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around her. It was Patrick, her boyfriend. "Hey," he said in a sleepy voice. "What are you doing up so early?" She leaned back to look at him and replied with a pout, "I couldn't sleep." He smiled and leaned in for a quick kiss on her lips. "I don't have to train early today. Maybe you should go back to bed. I have so many ideas about what we could do," he said with a mischievous grin. Emma smiled in agreement as he wrapped his arms around and under her, lifting her. She giggled when he placed her on their bed.

Emma's heart skipped a beat as she looked up at Patrick. The sleep had wiped from his face, and his gaze was lustful. She could feel his intense desire for her radiating from every inch of his being. "I've been wanting you since last night," he said, his voice low and husky. The way he looked at her made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. His voice sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but whisper back, "Me too."

The kiss started soft, gentle, lips wrapped around each other, enjoying the familiar feel of one another. Still, when Emma's fingers moved to wrap into the hair at the nape of Patrick's neck, he groaned and pushed the kiss deeper, lifting himself onto the bed, one leg between hers. His large hands gripped her rib cage while the other held him above her.