Delaney's POV:

After making love and satisfying –at least somewhat– the need to have him, the two of us laid in bed beneath the sheets, our bodies pressed together. I wasn't kidding when I said that it felt like there was a new fire burning for him. I wasn't kidding when I said that it was almost like I couldn't get enough. Because even though we had just gone multiple rounds, my body still wanted more, more of him, more of his cock, more of the feelings of love that I only experienced with him.

"So, who are we telling first?" Asked Brantley as he rolled me to my back. As he did, the sheet that was wrapped around me fell away from my body, revealing my chest. Whether it was the coolness in the room, the heat from his gaze as he looked down at the hardened points, or the fact that I was seemingly in a constant state of arousal when it came to Brantley, I didn't know. "Your parents? Mine?" his left hand landed low on my belly, right over the place where that was a little life growing inside of me; a life that he and I had created.

"Let's make a doctor's appointment first." I said, looking into his eyes. "Maybe get our first ultrasound and then we can tell everyone."

"I'm sure Mama and Gwen would appreciate seeing the first photo of their future grandchild when we tell them the news," said Brantley.

"I know mama would." I smiled. "But I think you should be more worried about daddy. I just know he's going to ask you if you plan on making an honest woman out of me."

"Let him ask." he said with a shrug of his shoulders. The move made the muscles bunch and the ink on his skin move, the effect sending a ball of fire directly to my clit. When the hell did I become someone who got turned on by everything?

"And what answer would that be, B?" I asked. As I did, I shifted my weight so that Brantley was laying on his back. I then climbed on to his, straddling his hip, notching his cock at my opening. His hands came up and cupped my breasts, rolling the sensitive buds –another thing that came with pregnancy apparently– between his fingers.

"That you, Delaney Rose Connor," he said, shifting his hips so that the wide head of his cock slipped shallowly into my pussy, "will one day soon be Delaney Rose Connon Gilbert." his cock slipped further inside me. "One day soon, you will hold the title of wife, mother, and my forever." He fully seated himself deep inside me. "How's that sound?"

"Like a dream come true." I said, circling my hips, rubbing the tip of his cock against my g-spot.

"Good. Because I want to make all your dreams come true. Every single one of them and then some."

Brantley pulled my head down to his then, placing his lips over mine in a biting kiss at the same time as he thrusts his hips upwards causing me to bounce on his cock. I let the pleasure of the moment wash over me, loving the way that things were between us, the way I hoped things stayed between us until we were old and gray.

I pulled away, breaking the kiss as I placed my arms behind me onto the mattress. At this angle, Brantley was deeper and it was heavenly. Slowly riding him, I bought each of us closer and closer to the brink of release. When Brantley's breathing began to increase, I cupped his balls in one of my hands and massaged him and I let my opening slide up and down his cock.

"I love you so fuckin' much, Laney." he said though clenched teeth.

Knowing that I was the one that was going to make this man lose his control for the rest of our lives did something to me then. I picked up my pace, circling my hips faster as I rode him, letting his pubic bone brush against my clit with each forward movement.

"I love you so much, B." I all but screamed when the first tremor of my release washed over me.

But still, I didn't stop. I rode his cock, him matching me thrust for thrust, until we were both falling apart and utterly spent. Brantley's strong arms wrapped protectively around me as I collapsed onto his chest, attempting to catch my breath.

Both of us were still panting when Brantley's phone chimed, the sound telling me that someone was at the gate. But unlike other times when that ding was followed by the disembodied voice of whoever was wanting to gain access, no ding came, telling me that whoever was coming up the driveway was someone who knew the code.

"Shit, that must be Mama." said Brantley, rolling me onto the cushiony mattress and standing from the bed. My body instantly missed the connection between us.

"What time is it? Have we really been going at it for hours?" I asked, rolling to the other side of the bed and quickly grabbing a pair of leggings –skipping the underwear– and one of Brantley's concert tees.

I watched as he grabbed his jeans from the floor and dragged his phone from the pocket. He glanced at the screen before looking at me, a self-satisfied smirk on his gorgeous face. "Yep, been at it for almost four hours."

"Four hours of fuckin' and I still want you." I said, the words coming out before I could stop them. "God knows, B, I'm going to die from having too much sex."

"But what a helluva way to go..." he smirked, shoving his semi-hard cock into his jeans and zipped them up. "I better go meet mama."

"I'll be down in a minute."

"Okay." Brantley blew me a kiss before jogging out of the room.

I took a few moments to take my hair, pulling it up into a messy bun and made sure that there were no love bites evident. Last thing I wanted was to go down and face his mom with a big fat hickey on my neck. Then again, it wasn't like she thought that we were virgins or anything and we had been living together for over a month and we will be welcoming a child soon, so would a hickey really be all that bad? No, I don't think so.

Giving myself one last look in the mirror, I made my way out of the bathroom and down the stairs. I had just stepped onto the last thread when the front door flung open and all four kids came running into the house. Behind them, I heard Brantley yell to his mom, asking if he had fed them all of them pure sugar from dinner. I couldn't hear her reply but if the groan that I heard when he stepped through the doorway and locked eyes with me was any indication, she pretty much had.

"Hey, Delaney. Hope you are feeling better. Branley said that you have been tired lately." said Becky as she walked in not far behind Brantley. I don't know if it was because we were keeping a secret from her –one that we only found out a few hours ago– or what, but the paranoid side of me took her question to mean that she knew the reasons why I was tired. Then again, she had been there, had two kids, so she would know what it looked like to be worn out in that first trimester so maybe she did know...

"I love the kids but, shew, I needed a little bit of a breather." I said, walking over and giving her a hug.

When I pulled back, Becky's hands wrapped around my forearms and she looked me in the eyes. "I imagine you did, sweetheart. That first trimester is always the worst." All the color drained from my face in an instant, my suspicions from seconds ago confirmed. She knew. And if she knew, that meant that mama could probably take one look at me and know too. Oh shit...

"Mama, we just–"

"Don't worry. I won't say a word until you all are ready to announce it." said Becky, cutting Brantley off. There was a bright smile on her face, the one that all grandparents have when it comes to their grandchildren.

"Ho-how did you know?" I asked, my words coming out in a stammer.

"The other day when you were at the house, you looked a little green around the gills when I was cracking eggs for cookies," said Becky. " I knew right then because eggs had been a trigger for me with both Brantley and Koldy. There wasn't a day that went by with either pregnancy that I didn't spend at least a few moments praying to the porcelain throne since Keith insisted on Sunny-side-up eggs and toast every morning for breakfast."

"I'm sorry, but Brantley will be cooking his own eggs for a while." I replied, looking at him as I spoke. "I love you and all but there is no way that I am puking every single morning just so you can have eggs."

"Fine by me since I don't really eat breakfast anyway." he said, walking over to me. He pulled me into his arms then and pressed his lips against my temple before looking at his mom. "We're going to wait and tell everyone after the first appointment, just to make sure everything is fine and to get a due date for everyone."

"Okay." she said with a smile. She then locked eyes with me. "I'm so happy for you two. If any two people deserve something good in their lives, it y'all." Her voice cracked on that last part, making tears pool in my eyes.

Before I could attempt to hold them back, they were streaming down my cheeks. Becky laughed and wiped them away with the pds of her thumbs before saying, "that's just more more thing that comes with pregnancy. There are always tears ready to fall, even when you didn't think that you could cry. When I was pregnant with this one," she hooked a finger in Brantley's direction, " I cried over the silliest things. The silliest being a wrinkle in my dress one sunday morning."

"Oh wow." I replied.

"Yeah," she sighed. "It wasn't even noticeable either. It was just at the end of it all, I was so tired I could hardly stand up, and I felt like a beached whale so it didn't take much to turn me into a blubbering mess."

"Oh believe me, I know. With the twins, I was miserable those last few weeks before they induced me."

The three of us stood there chatting for a little while longer, until Becky decided that it was time to go. But before could leave, she insisted on walking into the living room and telling the kids goodbye. I stood in the cocoon of Brantley's arms in the opening to the living room and watched as she gave all four kids a big hug and a kiss atop their little heads. And those tears that had been streaming down my cheeks earlier, they came back in full force when I heard her tell each of them that she loved them. Not that hearing her say that was out of the ordinary when it came to Barrett and Braylin, but to hear her saying it to Chloe and Colton –two kids that she didn't have to love but chose to anyway– well, it made me unable to hold back the emotions I felt in that moment. For about the millionth time since the divorce and meeting Brantley, I wondered just what I did to deserve all of this.

Those tears fell even harder and a sob slipped past my lips when she gave me a hug just before leaving, whispering in my ear that she loved me and would be proud to call me her daughter-in-law one day.