Montana Haven: A Small Town Surprise Pregnancy Romance

17. ~ Jake ~

Her giggles make me so happy as I continue to tickle her sides.

I still can”t believe she”s super ticklish there after all these years. I hope to make her laugh like this for the rest of our lives.

I want to make her smile and be happy all the time. Sad moments can go on and on, whether we want them to or not, but I can be in control of making sure Mia and all the children are always happy.

The thoughts force me to pull Mia more into my arms as I stop tickling her to hold her now. I hold her close, and I do not want to let go.

My nose inhales her scent when my face buries into her hair. The tiny hairs on my arms stand up from the power this woman has over me.

How strongly she affects me. I thought nothing was more substantial than a cup of black coffee or the heavy fall winds whenever I rode Luther, my favorite horse, along the mountain trail.

But Mia has proven to be much stronger.

It”s both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

I cup Mia”s chin while staring deep into her eyes. Her eyes, those windows to her soul, meet mine, and it’s like we’re the only two people in the world. “Mia,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.

“Every day with you is a blessing I don’t take for granted.” She smiles, that heart-stopping smile that lights up her entire face, and it’s my undoing.

I lean in, my lips finding hers in a tender, searching kiss. It’s soft at first, a gentle exploration that speaks volumes of our love. But as always, the connection between us ignites something more, and the kiss deepens, fueled by years of passion and an unbreakable bond.

Our hands roam, tracing familiar paths over each other’s bodies, reigniting memories and sparking new ones.

I pull back just enough to gaze into her eyes again, seeing the love and desire reflected at me. “I want to spend every day making you feel loved, valued, and cherished,” I vow, my fingers tracing the outline of her face, memorizing every detail as if for the first time.

Mia’s breath catches, pulling me closer, her voice a whisper against my lips. “Jake, you do. Every day, you do.”

And with those words, the world fades away until there’s nothing but the warmth of her body pressed against mine, the taste of her kiss, and the unspoken promises we weave together in these quiet moments.

I hold her tighter, not wanting this moment to end as I continue to taste her lips. She is enjoying it while I undress her because I need her so much right now. And how she responds to me with deep kisses lets me know she reciprocates.

Our pajamas fall to our feet after stripping off our clothing. I lift her into my arms and lay her down on her back across the bed.

I return my lips to hers while slowly parting her legs to invite myself to her wet front entrance. My moans are shaky when I slide inside of her tightness, as she encourages me to keep going with caresses along my arms.

My fingers glide over her skin with a fiery intensity, drawing out gasps and moans of pleasure from her. With every touch, I feel the fire within me grow stronger, consuming me until all I can think about is her and the desperate need coursing through my body.

Her body responds to mine with equal enthusiasm, arching and writhing beneath my touch. Our bodies are electric, igniting each other in an inferno of desire. I trace every inch of her skin, mapping out the curves and dips that drive me wild.

Our passion intensifies with every kiss and caress, building into an unstoppable force. I feel her nails dig into my back, marking me as hers as we continue to lose ourselves in each other.

Her walls clench my manhood as my thrusts bring her closer to the brink of climax.

Our movements become more frenzied, matching the rhythm of our beating hearts. Nothing else exists now except for our tangled limbs and the unquenchable fire between us.

As we lock eyes, I see the raw desire reflected in Mia”s gaze. She pulls me closer with fierce determination, her lips seeking mine again in a frenzy of longing.

I let myself sink deeper into her embrace as our bodies align perfectly, moving in perfect harmony. Each thrust is filled with purpose and pleasure, drawing out moans and cries from both of us.

When we get close to ecstasy, the heat between us is almost too much to bear. We are so passionate that we can”t take our eyes off each other. Our bodies are rhythmically beating together.

In that moment of pure happiness, time stops, and our souls join together in a burning union. We lay on the sheets, out of breath and high from our intense union, enjoying the aftereffects of our lovemaking.

I finally roll off of her as we struggle to catch our breaths with smiles plastered across our sweaty faces.

I wear a silly grin as I lather my body with body wash during my shower. I can”t remember the last time I showered so late in the evening.

We made such a mess during our lovemaking that it required us to shower again and then change the sheets on the bed. Something we shared a laugh over in both amusement and intrigue. We”re in our thirties but acting like two college students falling in love on campus.

And I”m not complaining about that at all.

Even in my seventies and older, Mia will make me feel youthful. The happiness she brings out of me is like winning at a rodeo on your prized horse in the finals of a big competition you”re about to win.

I always feel like a winner with Mia.

My only concern is wondering if we indeed have left the past in the past.

As the steam from the shower envelops me, I can”t help but feel a sense of comfort, but it doesn”t quite manage to ward off the chill of my thoughts. Thoughts that have been haunting me for days.

I have been gnawing at thoughts that are making me question the durability of the happiness that Mia and I share. With its gnarled fingers, the past seems to always lurk in the shadows, waiting for a moment of vulnerability to claw its way back into our lives.

With each drop of water cascading down my spine, I try to wash away these creeping doubts and the day”s fatigue, but they persist. Mia and I work hard to build a fortress around our love, yet the slightest memory, an innocuous comment, or a date on the calendar can sometimes make those walls feel like they”re made of sand.

I silently muse about ensuring that our love is enough, not just in the good times but also through the stormy nights. I learned love isn”t just about the dizzying highs and profound joys. It”s equally about navigating the lows and the mundane.

How do we keep the flame burning solid and steady amidst the winds of change and the ghosts of the past?

I consider bringing these worries up with Mia, but something in me hesitates. She”s my rock, always has been, but laying this burden at her feet feels like I”m admitting to a crack in our foundation. Yet, I know that”s not how Mia sees it. To her, openness isn”t a sign of weakness but a step toward greater strength.

The thought crosses my mind as clearly as if spoken aloud. It”s about trust. I trust Mia with my fears just as I trust my dreams. Maybe, just maybe, the past only has the power we give it, and by sharing these shadows with Mia, we can cast a more robust light together.

With a deep breath, I turn off the water, feeling a resolution forming amidst the cloud of steam and worry.

I towel myself dry before slipping on fresh briefs and a pajama set.

As I enter the bedroom, the warm and inviting glow of the bedside lamp washes over me. There, tucked under the covers, is Mia, wholly lost in a book. I can”t help but pause for a moment, taking in the peacefulness of the scene before me. ”What are you reading?” I ask softly, making my way over to the bed.

Her face lights up with infectious enthusiasm, ”It”s a new Western romance,” she exclaims, her eyes sparkling excitedly. ”It”s about a cowboy who rescues a woman. It”s so gripping!” She closes the book and turns to me, momentarily forgetting the title emblazoned on the cover.

But I can no longer ignore the weight of what I need to say. ”Mia, I need to talk to you,” I finally muster, my voice trembling with the gravity of what”s to come. Sensing the seriousness of my tone, she puts the book down, giving me her undivided attention. And without a word, I pull her into a tight embrace, holding her close.

At that moment, I find refuge in her arms, a moment of peace amidst the chaos of life. Holding her, I feel a rush of emotions and bliss, a reminder of the strength and comfort her presence brings me.

And with that, I finally find the courage to say what I need to say, grateful for this moment of respite with the one I love.

I pull away just enough to catch my breath, staring deep into Mia”s eyes. ”We”ve been through so much,” I whisper, the weight of our past struggles momentarily pressing down on us. ”But we”re here now, together. It”s time we truly forgive ourselves... and each other.”

Mia nods, her eyes brimming with tears, reflecting the moonlight streaming through the window. ”I know, Jake. I”ve held onto the pain and guilt for far too long. It”s eaten away at me, at us.”

I brush a tear from her cheek, feeling the sting of my regrets. ”I”ve been there too, babe. Blaming myself for the moments I wasn”t there when you needed me the most, for the times my fears and insecurities got the better of me.”

She reaches up, her fingers gently caressing my jaw. ”We”ve both made our share of mistakes. But we”ve also built something beautiful together, something worth fighting for. I don”t want to lose that over past hurts we can”t change.”

I take her hand in mine, pressing it to my lips. ”I don”t either. We”ve got our whole lives ahead of us, Mia. I want a future with nothing but love and happiness for us and our family. It”s time we leave the past where it belongs and start afresh, building a future on understanding, forgiveness, and most importantly, on our unshakeable love.”

Her smile then is like the dawn, breaking through the darkest night. ”I love you, Jake—more than I can ever say. And I trust you. I trust us. To make it through anything, as long as we”re together.”

I lean in, capturing her lips with mine again, this kiss sealing our pledge. It”s a kiss of new beginnings, promises made and kept, a testament to the strength of our love and the future we”re about to build together, free from the shadows of our past mistakes.

Gently breaking the kiss, I whisper against her lips, ”Together, Mia, we”re unstoppable. We”ve got this because we”ve got each other.”

And in that moment, any lingering doubts or fears dissolve into the night, leaving behind only the certainty of our love and the bright promise of our future together.