Chapter 238
Jax's Point of View
Finding out I was gonna be a father again wasn't how I expected my day to end. Three kids. Wow. I am so screwed. That's what I should be saying at least. Although right now that's not what I'm feeling. I'm excited. Because I have the chance to do something my father never did. I get the chance to be a father to my children and a husband to my amazing wife.
Rowan moved around the kitchen putting away everything we had ordered and ate for dinner. I lit a cigarette and inhaled the smoke into my lungs, feeling that familiar burn in the back of my throat. I relaxed into the kitchen chair I was in and watched Rowan dive into the pint of ice cream she'd pulled out of the freezer.
Rowan turned on her heel and caught me smirking at her. "What?" She mumbled with ice cream in her mouth.
I put my cigarette out in the ash tray on the table and gestured for her to come closer. "I love when you're pregnant. You eat a ton and look sexy as fuck doing it." Rowan grinned as she sat down on my lap, straddling me. My hands found her ass and gave it a light squeeze. Unfortunately she was in my boxers. "Is that good?"
"My ice cream? Mmm, it could be better." She arched her eyebrow at me, smirking as she let the ice cream on her spoon fall onto my bare shoulder. Rowan leaned her head down and licked the ice cream off my skin. "Did I also mention I love that you jump me every chance you get when you're pregnant too." I let my head fall back and groaned, gripping her hips, pushing my own up into hers. When I opened my eyes she was licking the spoon and smirking at me seductively. "So much better."
"I need some of that." I said, abruptly picking Rowan up as I stood up from the chair I was in.
"You're gonna make me drop my ice cream!" Rowan squealed and laughed at the same time.
I carried her down the hall into the bedroom and gently lied her on the bed. I reached down and slipped off the boxers she had on, then blanketed her body with my own. I planted kisses on her neck, nipping at her jaw along the way. I moved down her chest, kissing over her shirt even though I was dying to be skin on skin. I raised her shirt up, exposing her stomach and planted kisses downward.
"Jax..." Rowan moaned, already knowing where this was headed, where I was headed. "We need to talk about something." I felt her hands run through my hair gently as I kissed her inner thigh softly. No, we could talk after I got what I wanted. What I wanted, was her.
"Can it wait? Because I'm about to dive into my dessert." I looked up as I kissed her small stomach.
Rowan whimpered when I kissed her other thigh, her hips involuntarily rising searching out my touch. "No, ugh, Jax. Just go ahead, you're gonna hate me after anyway so might as well enjoy it now." Rowan sighed heavily.
Why the hell would I hate her? That peaked my interest. I rose up on my elbow. "Way to kill the mood, babe. What's wrong?"
Rowan sat up on her elbows and sighed, again, I fell onto my back and watched her get up and sit her ice cream down and pull my boxers back on. "Well, it must be important if you're putting clothes back on." I moved so I was sitting up against the headboard watching Rowan pace a bit before she walked over and straddled my lap.
Her face fell as she ran her hands up and down my chest. I caressed her cheek lightly. "What is it, Ro?"
"You're gonna hate me." She muttered, rubbing her forehead. "You have to do something for me before I tell you what I have to tell you. Promise me, promise, that you won't do anything rash, you won't erupt."
