“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, rocking his hips a little faster. “It’s been too long, and you feel so good, and you’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t stop.”
“No! Don’t stop!” I cried, feeling myself begin to tip. “I want you to do it. I want to feel you throb inside me. It makes me come so hard.”
My words sent him over, and he cursed and growled and gasped as he lost himself to me, my insides gripping his driving cock like my body couldn’t get enough. When he’d regained control, he slipped my legs off his shoulders and slid an arm under my back, moving me further onto the bed so he could lie next to me. Tears dripped from my eyes as we clung to each other, arms and legs tangled, my head buried in the crook of his neck.
“God, I love you,” Miles said, kissing my head. “I fucking love you so much. Now I get it.”
“Get what?” I pressed my lips to his collarbone, breathed in his scent.
“Being in love. Why people like it. When I first realized I was in love with you, I felt sick. I thought I was having a heart attack. It was terrible.”
I had to laugh as I wiped away the tears. “And now that you know I love you back?”
“It’s the best high I’ve ever felt, the most intense. Now I get why people want to live together and take care of each other and get married and have kids. It’s this feeling.”
Shocked, I propped my head in my hand and looked at him. “You even get having kids?”
“Yes.” He looked as amazed as I felt. “I look at you, and I love you so much I want to do something about it, but nothing is big enough, nothing is good enough, nothing is extreme enough.”
I smiled wryly. “Having a baby is pretty extreme.”
“Yes. It is.” His hand moved between us, and he brushed the back of his fingers against my stomach, making me shiver. “And I know we didn’t plan on it. But I want this, Natalie. I didn’t even know how much until right now. I want to have this baby with you. I want us to have something with each other that we don’t have with anyone else. I want us to be a family. In fact, if you weren’t pregnant right now, I’d keep you right here in this room and fuck you until you were. That’s how bad I want this baby.”
I burst out laughing and rolled onto my back. “You’re insane. This whole thing is insane. Are we really doing this?”
“We are.” He moved down and kissed my stomach. “Hi in there. I hope I didn’t wake you up with all that pounding.”
I played with his hair. “He’ll get used to it.”
He looked up at me and blinked. “You think it’s a boy?”
“No idea, babe. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He laid his cheek on my belly. “I’ll be happy either way, boy or girl. Hey, I think I feel it moving.”
I laughed. “You don’t. Not yet. A few more months on that.”
He grinned, his eyes wide like he couldn’t believe it. “This is so fucking amazing, Natalie.”
“You’re going to be a great dad, Miles.” And he was, I could feel it. That playful, wide-eyed side of him that found so much joy in the world, found something to be happy about every day, found pleasure in little things like cinnamon buns and big things like love and family—that’s what would make him a good father. My throat got tight as I realized how lucky I was.
“Thanks.” Kissing my stomach once more, he sat up and reached for his glasses. “So should we go tell your dad that I knocked you up?”
“Um, no. We will not be saying it like that.”
“Why not? I’m planning to make an honest woman out of you.”
I picked up a pillow and clubbed him with it.
“Hey.” He took the pillow from me. “At least now I can admit it was me who threw that baseball and cracked your mom’s kitchen window that time. That will no longer be the worst thing I’ve ever done in their eyes.”
I sat up. “You know, you don’t have to come with me if it’s too awkward. I can tell them myself.”
He jumped off the bed and started pulling on his pants. “No. You’re not doing this alone. And I know you don’t want to hear me say this is the right thing to do, but fuck you, it is, and I’m going.”
Smiling, I watched him pull his shirt over his head. “OK, OK. You can come. We’ll do it together.”
Twenty minutes later, we walked across the lawn toward my parents’ house hand in hand. My stomach was a little jumpy, but all in all I wasn’t as nervous as I thought I’d be. My parents would be surprised, but they loved Miles, and I knew they’d be happy for us and thrilled to have their first grandchild on the way.
“Hey.” I squeezed his hand. “You know what I just realized? I gave you a first!”
“You sure did. Many of them. And you know what I just realized?” He tugged me in front of him, wrapped his arms around me from behind, and whispered in my ear. “You’ll give me all my lasts too.”
“They’re ready for you, Skylar.”