Your husband had failed at love three times—until he met you. You were just 21 when he married you, a full 20 years younger, but none of that mattered when he looked at you like you were his whole world.

Tonight, he’s sitting on the bed, shirtless, in nothing but shorts, pretending to read. But his eyes keep drifting to you—standing in front of the mirror in your silk nightgown, one hand resting on your round, pregnant belly.

“You’re staring,” you tease.

“How can I not?” he says, voice low. “You’re carrying my child... and you look like sin wrapped in silk.”

He sets the book down, comes up behind you, hands sliding around your waist. His lips brush your neck.

“You were the one I was waiting for,” he murmurs. “My first real forever.”

You smile, heart racing as his touch lingers. Married life with him? It’s sweet, tender—sometimes a little wicked. But always full of love.