Michelle's blood pulsed hot in her lips and in her thighs and the cooling evening air against her heated skin caused her to shiver, even as Luke tucked the blanket over her. They had never coupled outdoors like this, in the open, and she felt wild, like a doe in the woods. A slip of a smile touched her face as she watched Luke looking in on the baby and as he returned to her she rolled up on her side to meet him, careless of the blanket that slipped away from her hip.

"I'd wager," he murmured, nuzzling her ear, "that our little one is the best, most content baby that ever graced the planet earth. Wouldn't you?"

Humming softly in agreement, Michelle brushed her hand across the front of Luke's chest, tracing the line of a muscle. She rested her head on her arm, looking up at his with heavy lidded eyes. "But I don't want another one just yet," she said softly. "Would you go get me the potion from my top drawer?" she asked him. "I don't feel like getting up for a while."


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