Day 1 of our Father’s Day Week celebration in honor of the wonderful men we love and read about is the epilogue from Resisting Her by Kendall Ryan. If you have not read Resisting Her – please do not continue as this is an actual snippet from the book and there are SPOILERS!!!!

“Baby?” Cole was still waiting for her response.
She leaned against him. Her high heels were pinching her feet, and her panty hose cutting were into her sides, but she smiled and patted his hand resting on her belly. “I’m fine, love.”
“And my little daughter… how’s she? Still turning somersaults in there?” His hand smoothed over the satin of her dress to caress her swollen belly.
“She had the hiccups after I ate that spicy crab dip, but she seems fine now.”
He chuckled against her skin and pressed a damp kiss against the back of her neck. That was one benefit of having her hair twisted up in a knot. With his hand still on her belly, he spoke softly in her ear. “I’ll give you a massage when we get home if you like.”
While other men celebrated nine months of having a designated driver on hand, Cole hadn’t had so much as a single drink during her pregnancy. He was a saint—attending every doctor’s appointment, reading all the baby books and pretty much waiting on her hand and foot. She’d had a stern talking to him after he made her breakfast in bed for a month straight and tried to carry her from room to room. If he’d been protective and attentive before her pregnancy, he was psychotic mother hen during it.
He’d calmed down a little since then, but still insisted on massaging her shoulders, or her feet at the end of a long day. Savannah didn’t complain. Especially since the massages usually led to more. Cole had been hesitant at first about making love to her, limiting their activities to oral sex or extended make out sessions like they were teenagers, until she’d gotten the doctor to tell Cole it was safe. Now they were making up for lost time, for which Savannah was grateful. She found pregnancy made her highly orgasmic.
The music changed and softened and Cole swayed with her in his arms. The pregnancy made him deliriously happy — her too, but she’d always wanted children —he hadn’t been so sure when they first met. But with Cole’s thirtieth birthday drawing closer, he became more and more persistent about the idea of becoming a father. They’d been tempting fate without condoms or birth control for the last couple of years anyway, but suddenly Savannah noticed he was asking about her cycles, talking about timing sex, coming home from the drug store with boxes of pregnancy tests. She still smiled at the memory. She’d never pictured FBI agent, alpha-male Cole to be modeling baby carriers in the store, or checking the thread-count on baby blankets. All the many sides of this man surprised her. She loved the way he still made her feel like the most gorgeous woman in the room, instead of the beached whale she felt like a in the wine-colored evening gown stretching across her growing belly.
“How are your feet holding up?” he asked, speaking low near her ear once again.
Cole knew her feet often swelled to the size of balloons by the end of the night — and that was when they weren’t stuffed into stiletto heels.
“I’m looking forward to that massage later.” She didn’t want to complain, knowing he’d insist on whisking her away.
He lifted the hem of her floor-length gown. Yep, swollen like sausages. “Why didn’t you say something?”
She shrugged. She hadn’t wanted him to miss the part of the reception where he was receiving special honors for his work on a critical case he’d helped solve.
Without another word Cole ushered her through the crowd, nodding once to Norm on their way toward the exit. He handed the valet their ticket and soon they were seated in the darkened cab of his SUV, Cole’s hand resting on her knee. The infant seat was already installed in the backseat, a full two months before her due date.