Trouble, with a capital T. - Nestor Oceteva

Epilogue

"Happy birthday querida." I woke up to Ness trailing kisses along my neck and I felt the need pool between my thighs. I rolled to my side and claimed his lips. I tried to press my front along his but my growing belly stopped that from happening and I groaned. He pulled away with a chuckle and rubbed the bump.

"Good morning my boy." I grinned along with him as he spoke softly to our child. We had found out yesterday that Bean was definitely a boy. Nestor was still smiling with pride the entire day, telling everyone he spoke to that he was having a son. "Here, open your gift before the others wake up."

I ripped the silver paper off to find a book. I couldn't help but swoon at the picture on the cover. It was one that I had taken of Nestor in Rosarito. He was standing on the hotel room balcony in nothing but a towel, hanging low on his hips. I had called his name as I took the shot so he was looking over his shoulder at the camera. I read the first page and couldn't stop laughing. He was smiling at my reaction.

"I can't believe you would do this!" I had to try multiple times to finish the sentence between laughs while he smirked at me.

"I found this website, Wattpad, and asked a writer for help. Gave them some details and this is what they gave me." I couldn't believe the effort he had put into this.

I looked back at the erotic novel and giggled again. I flicked through some of the titles of the raw, filthy smut between the characters, Nestor and Nadia. Some of those were named after the places we had been.

Take me (onboard).
Dicking on deck.
Down Under in Sydney.
Sausage in Sicily.
Hot in Havana.

"I told you mills and boon was a real thing." I blushed at some of the chapter titles and wondered just how much information he gave the writer. "I hope there's space at the back to add some more. I still have a wank bank full of our sexcapades. Don't forget: Nestor grabbed her hand as she fell off the ship and pulled her to safety. The bodies crashed together as they landed on the deck. Their lips connected passionately before they tore the clothes of and he entered her tight pus-" he clamped my mouth shut just like the first time I told that story. Only this time it was our eldest child who had opened our bedroom door without knocking.

"Happy birthday mama!"

"Mama!" Penny was crawling into the room, following her big sister.

"That's my girl! I told you I would be her first word." I threw my hands in the air with victory and poked my tongue at Nestor.

"Actually, she said Libby last night when I put her to bed." I looked at my husband who was smiling guiltily. Him and Libby had read to Penny and put her to bed as I was too exhausted.

"Bloody traitors the lot of you." I couldn't help but grin though. I loved them so much I couldn't stay angry. I was just grateful we were all together to have moments like these. I would spend the rest of my life living for these moments.