The Bet

Chapter 19

"I loved the ring in the bikini," Emma said. We were lying in bed and wrapped in one another's arms, looking at our new rings. We'd just showered and utter relaxation washed over me. Emma's presence was the only thing that managed to make me feel this secure. "Now, I'll forever be reminded of your boobs when I see this ring. That makes me happy."

I laughed softly and planted a kiss on her neck. "I loved this entire evening," I said. "I loved the picnic and I loved your speech. And I think we've never said "love" as much as we did this night, which makes today even better. It's a great word."

Emma smiled and stroked my shoulder. "I agree," she said. "Ariel just texted when you were in the shower, Henry's still asleep. I hope he won't be too hard on her, but we've given her all the instructions she could possibly need."

I nodded. "She can always call when she feels she can't handle it," I said softly.

Emma hummed in agreement and kissed the top of my head. "It's been exactly six weeks." She looked at me and a slight smirk tugged at her lips. I knew it'd been six weeks since she'd given birth to Henry, but I hadn't mentioned it, because even though that's the standard time doctors forbid you from having sex, every person heals differently and I didn't want to make Emma feel like I expected to have sex just because six weeks had passed.

"Are you sure you're ready?" I asked. "I don't want you to feel like you have to have sex, because it's been six weeks. If you need more time, just say so. Don't feel pressured because the doctors gave you a number. Some people need six months to get in the mood for sex again after giving birth."

"Regina, unless you don't want to do it now, I'd very much like to fuck you right now," Emma said and cocked an eyebrow, waiting for me to tell her whether I wanted to do the same. "I had that exam two days ago, and they told me I'm physically ready. They did mention it could take longer to mentally be in the mood for sex again, but they don't know just how hot my fiancée is."

"I got us some alcohol free champagne in the kitchen, would you get it? I can't reach the glasses, you know that," was all I replied and Emma, though seeming rather confused, nodded and got out of bed. I quickly stripped myself of my nightgown and put on the red lingerie I'd promised Emma I'd buy. The promise had been made months ago, but I hadn't immediately purchased it. In fact, I'd passed the lingerie shop last week and I was reminded of our bet, so I got inside and bought it.

I managed to put the tight lingerie on and for the money this had cost me, it contained surprisingly little material. You'd think a shirt be more expensive than this, because that covered much more. This piece existed of thin straps that I tied into a bow behind my back. It pushed my breasts up and I'd purposely gotten one that just covered my nipples, but not much more. My breasts nearly spilled over the top, but it made me feel sexy.

It was mostly made out of lace and had nice patterns sewn into it. This was exactly the type of lingerie that Emma loved and had hoped I'd buy for her, so this was my surprise for her. I quickly put on my pajamas over the lingerie and got back in bed, just in time for Emma to return with two glasses and a bottle of fake champagne.

Emma was still breastfeeding and thus not drinking alcohol and because I'd stopped drinking alcoholic beverages during Emma's pregnancy to make it easier on her, I didn't mind staying off alcohol longer. I liked non alcoholic drinks, too, and they didn't give me a hangover when I drank too much.

"I really hope we get the apartment, because this kitchen is hanging on one thread. I think the next time someone opens the door of the left cabinet, it will give up and fall," Emma said as she closed the bedroom door.

I offered her a smile as I accepted a glass. The thought of having sex with Emma again wet my new lingerie and I squeezed my thighs together.

"Thanks for getting it," I said, "I want to loosen up before I fuck you," I joked. I'd paid Killian's drinks once, for an entire night, telling him it was alcoholic, when in reality it'd all been alcohol free cocktails and non alcoholic beer. Yet, he'd still acted as though he'd been drunk at the end of the night and I figured the placebo effect was real. He'd called me the next day in utter surprise, because he hadn't had a hangover.