My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 874

Days after their trip to Galea, Peter was finally taking Celeste home to Willowcombe. The drive promised to be refreshing. Since that trip, their relationship had been growing stronger. Celeste still found herself surprised by some of Peter’s changes, but she was noticeably more relaxed.

“Peter, are you sure you want to drive all the way to my house?” Celeste asked with concern.

“Of course! The road must be interesting, and besides, it’s only five hours. We’ll stop along the way to rest, and if we find a nice place, we can take a break there,” Peter said, wrapping his arms around her from behind and resting his hands on her rounded belly.

“Alright… but we need to stop often so I can stretch my legs. You know how swollen they get in the afternoons.”

“Of course. No need to worry. Oh, and I already packed the carrier in the car—Spike is finally coming home with us for real. What’s with him living at the neighbor’s place?”

Celeste felt warmth spread through her chest at his words. She had fallen in love with the old Peter, but she certainly wasn’t rejecting the one standing in front of her now.

In so many ways, this Peter was different. His clothes, his mannerisms, his way of thinking, even how he expressed himself.

This Peter was extremely affectionate—he loved touching her belly, openly sharing his feelings, and making sure she was cared for and pampered.

At first, that change had frightened her. But now, if she was being honest with herself, she was completely smitten with this new version of him.

In private, Peter was careful—but that didn’t mean he wasn’t fire. He was intense, passionate, and he always made sure she reached pleasure more than once. Pregnancy hormones were driving her crazy, but Peter knew exactly how to handle them.

Celeste watched as he packed a picnic basket full of food—for the long drive, he had said.

That was another thing she admired about him. He didn’t need anyone’s help. He took care of everything himself, never relying on others to do things for him. And that made his little gestures all the more special.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Peter, after loading the basket into the car, turned to her and grinned.

“If you keep staring at me like that, cielo, you’re going to swallow a fly,” he teased, winking at her.

Celeste quickly looked down, embarrassed, but she smiled softly.

“Come on, let’s go! I don’t like driving at night, and we need to be extra careful.”

Peter helped her into the passenger seat, making sure her seatbelt was secured before stealing a passionate kiss.

Then, pulling back slightly, he looked deep into her eyes and murmured,

“Do you know that you’re addictive?” He gently tilted her chin up with his fingers.

“No…” she answered shyly.

“Well, now you do.”

And with that, he shut the door, walked around the car, and got in, ready to take her back to her home in Willowcombe.

[At the Bartz residence]

Valerie was smothering her twins with kisses, making them burst into fits of laughter.

“I love seeing you like this,” Camille said from the doorway of her bedroom.

“Like what?” Valerie asked curiously.

“Happy,” Camille smiled. “Everything is finally settling down. Marcus seems more relaxed—though I have to admit, he’s really struggling with Serenity’s situation.”

“You can say that again. If it were up to him, Alden wouldn’t even be involved in the baby’s life. But I know he’ll come to terms with it eventually. He has to accept that his little girl is all grown up and about to become a mother.”

“As a mother… how are you handling it?” Camille asked, intrigued.