She loosened her hold and hitched in a breath when she looked into my eyes. I braced my forehead on hers and we never once took our eyes off each other. I knew it took all her willpower to not let her eyes roll to the back of her head.
Within seconds, we were both gasping and breathless for air. Her moans were getting louder and heavier. I could feel her come dripping down my ass. I fucked her harder and with more determination. Wanting to feel her sweet * come on my cock. Within minutes, neither one of us could take it anymore.
We both came together.
Hard.
I kissed her one last time before placing her back down on her feet. Holding her upright till she balanced on trembling legs.
“I want you to give me a tattoo,” she said out of nowhere, looking sincerely into my eyes.
“Right now?” I replied, tucking my cock back into my jeans.
“It won’t take long.”
I walked toward my chair, patting for her to sit.
“Where and what would you like, pretty lady?”
She grinned, grabbing a piece of paper from her purse, sitting in the chair, lifting up her dress to point on her lower abdomen.
“I want these dates in numerical numbers.”
She handed me the piece of paper with a serious face.
“You want this date from a week ago and this one from almost a year from now?” I asked, confused. “Why?”
“It’s the day I found out I’m pregnant and the day the baby is born.”
I jerked back. “What did you say?”
“Your baby is in my belly.” She smiled.
“How?”
She cocked her head to the side with a snide smirk. “Well… when a man and woman really love each other they—”
I laughed, “You’re on the pill.”
She shrugged. “Sometimes it doesn’t work. This is one of those times.”
“You’re sure? Like positive? One hundred percent?”
“I went to the doctor and she confirmed it. I’ve just been trying to find the right time to tell you.”
“We’re going to have a baby?” I questioned again, needing more confirmation.
She enthusiastically nodded with tears in her eyes.
“I can’t tattoo you, Briggs. You’re pregnant… But you’re going to have my baby?”
She beamed, and I pulled her into my arms.
Finally holding everything we ever wanted.
<>Briggs<>
“I love this room,” I said, lying down in the guest bedroom with Austin’s head on my stomach, looking around the space. “I actually thought this would be our first baby’s room when I bought this house,” I added, scratching his back.
“First?” he replied, peering up at me.
“I want four or five kids, Austin. So we will probably have to be buy a new house, but we’re good here for at least another two.”
“Is that right? Do you hear your mama? Already talking about giving you siblings. What do you think about that?” he asked my stomach, kissing it.
He started having conversations with the baby growing inside me since the day he found out I was pregnant, two months ago. Everyday he talked to my belly, it didn’t matter what it was about. He said the baby needed to learn his voice so it would know who its daddy was. Every night he sat with his head on my stomach, just to feel close to our child. It was the sweetest thing I had ever witnessed.
My heart was so full on most days. I could hardly take it.
When Austin first got out of rehab, I was scared that he was going to relapse again, but to my surprise every month it got a little easier. He never missed his weekly meetings, and he talked to his sponsor often. He told me his triggers were always there, but as the years went by it was easier to ignore them and take them for what they were.
The past.
His future was with me.
End. Of. Story.
We hadn’t told anyone I was pregnant yet. I think we both wanted to enjoy it being just ours for as long as we could, knowing that his family and friends would soon want to be involved in everything they could. They had become like my own, taking me in and treating me like one of the family.
“That reminds me.” He got up. “I’ll be right back.”
I rubbed my belly while he was gone, loving the feel of something growing inside me.
Our love.
“I got you something,” Austin said, lying in the same position he was in before he left.
He handed me a box with baby animals and balloons decorated on it. I opened the lid and there was a soft pink baby blanket, a few pink, purple, and white baby onesies, all with sayings on them. I held up the pink one, it said, “Daddy’s baby girl.” The purple one said, “My other girl.” The white one made me laugh, it said, “Party at my crib 2 a.m. B.Y.O.B.” There were a few bibs with similar sayings on them. But it was the photo album that brought me to tears. It said, “You’re all we ever wanted.”
“Austin,” I wept, unable to form words with all the emotions coursing through me.
“I drove by a baby store the other day, and I couldn’t help myself. Don’t cry, babe.” He wiped away my tears. “I know she’s a girl. I feel it.”
I sniffled. “This is the worst thing you could do to a pregnant woman. I’m going to be crying for days.”