CHAPTER 280: BEFORE BED (2)

Georgia’s POV

I pushed the bathroom door with all my strength, laughing despite myself. "No! Go away, leave me alone!" My laughter made my arms weak, and Nick easily pushed the door open a few inches.

"Come on, baby, don’t be shy. I know you want to," he teased, that mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"I don’t!" I said between giggles. "Go check the designs and pick which ones you like. I’ll choose from there."

Nick sighed dramatically and finally stepped back. "Fine. I’ll do that so we can finalize the wedding and house sooner. Go shower before I change my mind."

I exhaled in relief and quickly locked the door, just in case he did change his mind. Knowing him, one look would be all it takes for us to end up sleepless again.

I showered quickly, and when I came out, Nick had already spread the papers across the bed, cross-referencing notes and sketches like he was solving a puzzle. The wedding plans were already stacked neatly, and he was now flipping through the house design drafts.

I sat beside him, picking up the wedding folder. "Wow, we like almost the same things," I said, scanning the themes and suppliers he’d marked. "It’s going to be hard to choose."

He didn’t even look up. "We can talk to the wedding planner tomorrow, go through the pros and cons of what we’ve chosen properly."

"Okay," I said, sorting through the pages. I shortlisted three options for each theme and set them on the desk before sliding closer to Nick to check the architectural layouts.

Without warning, he tugged me gently and pulled me to sit between his legs, resting his chin on my shoulder as he held up the sketches in front of us.

"What color do you like for the exterior?" he asked.

I thought for a moment. "Hmm... I want it to feel different from the old house. Maybe something with cream, brown, and black tones. Just like a classic farmhouse, but modern at the same time. And this time, let’s use stone, concrete, and other modern materials, something sturdy. Something that won’t burn easily."

My voice softened a little at the end. The memory of how fast everything went up in flames still lingered in the back of my mind.

Nick’s hand brushed down my arm gently, a quiet reassurance without words.

"I was thinking the same. What about the interior?" Nick asked, his voice calm as his fingers traced lazy circles on my arm.

"I actually love your mom’s style," I said, picturing it in my head. "Bright living room with pops of color. I want an open-concept living, kitchen, and dining area, but with a separate chef’s kitchen in a modern farmhouse style. And—"

I smiled, getting more excited as I spoke, "—an accordion glass door, floor-to-ceiling, that opens up to an herb garden. I want to use fresh ingredients when I cook. That way, our kids can grow up eating healthy. It’ll be easy to grab fruits and vegetables straight from the garden."

Nick’s arms tightened around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder. "I’d love that," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. "How many kids are we talking about?"

I laughed softly. "As many as I can, haha! But seriously, I want a big family. It’s been just me and Katie for so long... I don’t want that kind of quiet again. And if I can’t give birth to many, maybe we can adopt?" I turned slightly to look at him.

He smiled and brushed a quick kiss against my lips. "Of course we can. I’ve always wanted a big family too. You know, when I was little, I never got to celebrate Christmas or New Year with both my parents. I used to dream of having that someday, with my wife and kids around the table. And looking at us now, I think that dream might finally come true this holiday season."

I frowned a little and tilted my head. "But we don’t have a baby yet. We have Katie, but we haven’t even adopted her officially."

"Then we’ll adopt her this week," Nick said matter-of-factly. "I’ll tell Oliver to start the process right away. No need to wait until after the wedding."

Before I could respond, his hands started roaming around my body. Both went under my nightdress, one grabbed my breast while the other slid under my panties and went straight to my slit.

It happened so fast that I didn’t get the chance to process what was happening until I felt him rubbing my clit and rolling my nipple with his fingers.

"Nick!" I protested and tried to push away his hands, but his arms were strong and didn’t even budge, as if he was expecting me to do that.

"Shhh..." he murmured, pressing a kiss against the side of my neck and shoulder. "We both said we wanted a big family, didn’t we? Maybe we should start making our first baby. Time is running..." he said before sliding his finger into my core.

I gasped. Yeah, right, as if he hasn’t been releasing inside of me all the time these past few days.

"See... You are wet already," he whispered before licking my earlobe.

I turned to face him, half laughing, half blushing. "It’s always wet inside! What are you saying? Get your hands off me, we have to get up early tomorrow!" I said.

"I’ll wake you up early, don’t worry. Just one round and I promise we’ll sleep after that," he said with a grin that could melt anyone’s resolve.

"One round for you is non-existent!" I muttered, pretending to glare at him even as my pulse quickened.

But Nick only chuckled and added another finger, pushed in deep into me as his other hand squeezed my breast hard.

"Mmm! Fuck, Nick!" I moaned and cursed at the same time; I just couldn’t stop myself from doing so.

"See... You are already moaning, stop protesting when your body wants the same thing I want..."

What else could I do? Every time he looked at me like that, I lost whatever battle I thought I was fighting.