when he makes a promise

Chapter 2 (Rachel's POV)

"Mason we only have 3 days left until Christmas and we don't have one fucking gift for our friends and your sister! We still don't have our tree put up! Are you fucking kidding me with your I don't have time excuse right now??!?"

I know. I am swearing too much. But I fucking don't care right now!

It is our first Christmas with Rebecka and even though she is still a little thing I want everything to be perfect.

But my husband dearest decided to shit on my parade this year.

Well, speak of the devil…

At that moment he came around the corner of our living room.

"Love I know how you feel about Christmas but I am just asking you to wait a day or two longer, please? Can you do that for me?"

Don't get me wrong.

I love Mason from the bottom of my heart.

But right now I will strangle him.

"WE ONLY HAVE 3 DAYS LEFT YOU SELF-ABSORBED IDIOT! 3 FUCKING DAYS!!"

I know, I know.

That was really too mean.

But right now all my words were fuelled with so much rage that all I could focus on was getting it out, not even caring who got hit in the outburst.

Well, it looked like my husband didn't care either.

Because even though I was practically fuming from the rage, he came behind me and wrapped his arms around me, putting his chin on my head.

"I know. And I promise it will all be perfect for Christmas. And you know I always keep my promises right?"

That was true. Whenever Mason made me a promise he did everything in his power to make it happen.

And he never disappointed me.

So instead of staying mad at him I took a few deep breaths and relaxed into his embrace.

"I know. I am sorry. For my outburst and my words. You know I love you, I just hate doing things at the last moment."

Mason's hands were not in place anymore but they were rather sliding up and down my body.

Thank God Becky and Aron took Rebecka for a few hours because I knew exactly what Mason had in mind.

He had this idea in his head that sex helped me relax a bit, and I couldn't say I don't agree with that theory.

But lately, we managed to have huge amounts of sex just to get all my anger out of the way.

Before I knew it I was naked and Mason picked me up so he could carry me to our room as if he knew my legs would not be really useful now.

Time to get my anger out.

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I should be ashamed of myself, I know, but I can't help it. Mason knew how to make me want him all the time.

It passed 3 or 4 hours before we finally fell to our bed exhausted and decided to just cuddle.

But as hot and irresistible as he was, he could also be stupid sometimes.

Like now. He opened his mouth just when I was starting to forget the reason why we fought.

"Rach, I know how much you love Christmas and how important this Christmas is because it will be the first one for our daughter."

"Mason. Shut up!"

As soon as I said those words he flipped us over so now I was trapped under his gorgeous body and my mind once again went into the gutter.

Sue me!

"No Rachel. Listen. I know all that. And I promise our Christmas will be the best you ever had just give me a chance ok?"

His soft words paired with his puppy eyes melted my resolve and my heart.

I could never stay angry for long and now was no different.

But I guess it was for the best.

After all, he always made good on his promises and never disappointed me.

Most of the time his end results were even better than my imagination.

So I naturally gave in.

"Ok. I trust you. But you know the consequences if you disappoint me."

A mischievous smile crept over his face.

"Oh love. But I know you would never castrate me. We both know you want a big family, and you can't really have it if you make your threats real."

It was my turn to be a bit evil.

"Well, I could always keep you around as my stay-at-home husband, while I find some hot guy to make babies with."

At my words, he growled. Yes, you read that right! He growled!

But I had no time to laugh because in the next instant I was on all fours and Mason trusted inside me like the possessive jealous man I knew he was.

I would never cheat on him, or trade him for anyone better. After all, for me, he was the best husband I could have. But it was good to see he still got possessive over me. And I enjoyed the aftermath of my taunting.

"It's time I remind you that you are mine. Now and forever."

"Yours."

My word was only he heard and half a moan.

Damn, I loved him like crazy, even if he was the one that drove me crazy half the time.

I was just about to complain about his speed when he picked up his pave making me moan in the process

He knew my body like his own.

And I just admit, compared to my former lovers he was amazing.

Not once did it happen that he would cum and I wouldn't.

He kept up his pace until I was screaming his name, a few slaps in between made my ass throb with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Mason! Harder!"

At my "command" he chuckled but obeyed me nonetheless.

It was only seconds later when one of his hands found my hardened nipple and the other my clit, and I was gone.

Orgasms with Mason were an experience I would advise to any woman. Just not with my husband. Find your own.

After a moment I could feel him emptying himself inside of me.

It really was not surprising at all that our second child was already on the way since we spent every free second in our bedroom going at it like rabbits.

But Mason had no clue about my pregnancy.

And that's the way it would stay until Christmas.

Then I would tell him.