Chapter 52
Jack
Eleven Months
The sun creeping through the curtains I forgot to close last night wakes me up several hours before I want it to.
I crawled into bed last night after getting off a late shift, exceedingly thankful that Abby sleeps like a rock and didn't wake up even when I accidentally knocked over every bottle on the bathroom counter while getting ready for bed.
Her arm rests across my abdomen from where she made her way over to me sometime in the night. I can feel her soft, steady exhales on the bare skin between my shoulder blades, a subtle but meaningful reminder that I've spent the last month waking up next to the love of my life.
I don't think this will ever stop feeling monumental.
I try to shift as slowly as possible, but when I turn over onto my other side, I find bleary but stunning green eyes looking right into mine.
"Good morning, handsome," she mumbles, snuggling closer to me and holding me tight. "What time did you get home last night?"
"Late," I say softly, brushing her unruly curls out of her face. "I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep, pretty girl."
"No," she whines. "I missed you. I want a few minutes with just you before Erin gets up."
"Anything you want," I say. I love our life, but now that Erin is increasingly on the move, our days are hectic and spent on high alert.
You baby proof to the best of your ability, but it's amazing what an eleven-month-old can get herself into.
These quiet morning moments, where the entire world consists of the two of us in this bed—they almost feel like something holy.
"Can I ask you something?" she says quietly.
"What's up?"
"When do you think we should like, tell people?" she says, blinking up at me, her eyes full of anxiety. "Obviously our friends know, but I haven't told my dad or brother yet. Have you talked to Granny?"
"Not officially, no," I say. "I had a conversation with her about having a conversation with you eventually, but I haven't told her where things are now. I wanted to follow your lead there."
"I love being in this happy bubble with you," she murmurs. "But we can't keep it up forever. And I don't want you to feel like I'm keeping you a secret."
"I don't feel that way," I reassure her. "But I know this is complicated, and people will have opinions, and it's okay not to want to delve into that yet."
"I don't know if this makes me a bad person," she says in a small voice. "But I'm really dreading telling Alan and Andrea. I'm scared of what they'll say."
I didn't tell her about my conversation with the Thompsons—not because I'm hiding anything, but because I didn't want her to feel any pressure.
I needed to talk about my feelings as a whole, about Abby, about Aaron, about everything.
That moment was for me, and I want her to have her own moment without feeling like there's any expectation placed on her.
"I don't think you need to worry about, pretty girl," I murmur.
"They love you, and want the best for you.
I doubt they'll have anything bad to say about you choosing to walk through this life with someone.
I think you should have that conversation soon, I think you'll feel a lot better once you do. "
"You're probably right," she says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "I'll go over there this week. Even if it does go poorly—"
"It won't."
"But if it does," she emphasizes. "It'll be better to know either way rather than make myself sick with the anticipation of it."
"That's the last thing I want for you," I say. "But I promise, you really have nothing to worry about. Not with anyone we're close to."
"I bet those dumb bitches from the pharmacy will have something to say about it," she grumbles bitterly.
"And if they do, you'll publicly shame them again," I say, kissing her forehead. "It'll be so much fun."
She looks up at me with an evil grin, and I can almost see the vindictive wheels turning in her brain.
My beautiful, fiery, sometimes scary, girl.
"You lay here a little while longer," I say, pulling the covers back. "I'll go make us breakfast."
"No breakfast," she demands, throwing the duvet back over my legs. "Stay."
"Don't you want to eat before Little One gets up?" I ask pragmatically. "The last thing we need is two hangry girls at the same time."
"There's something else I want more," she says in a mischievous tone. "Something that will put me in a much better mood than breakfast will."
"Oh, yeah?" I chuckle, sucking in a breath as her fingers trail down my torso, stopping at the waistband of my boxers and tantalizingly toying with the elastic.
"Mhmm," she hums, sliding her hand beneath the fabric and wrapping her soft fingers against my already stiffening cock. "Much, much better."
"Who am I to stop you?" I say with a shaky breath as she begins to fist my shaft in a painstakingly slow rhythm. She kisses me deeply before moving her attention to my neck, dragging her teeth lightly against my skin in a way that sends shivers down my entire body.
"Jesus," I mutter as she continues a pathway of intermittent bites and kisses across my shoulders, my chest, and down my abs until she's slid down the length of the bed and settled on her stomach between my thighs. "This really is a good fucking morning."
"Better that breakfast?" she asks sweetly before flattening her tongue against the underside of my cock, licking base to tip before taking me into her perfect mouth.
"So much better," I groan, gathering her hair in my fist to keep it out of her face as she bobs up and down, taking me as deep as she can then hollowing her cheeks out on the way up before flicking her tongue across the tip. "Oh my God, you're going to get me there so quick, pretty girl."
"Maybe I should slow down then," she muses, looking up at me with a smirk.
"Goddamn," I exhale. "You look so fucking sexy looking up at me like that."
"Yeah?" she purrs before taking me back in her mouth.
"Yes," I moan as I hit the back of her throat and feel her gag around me. "Sexiest thing I've ever seen. Now be a good girl for me and show me how hard you can make me come."
"Yes, sir," she says, her words alone enough to make me twitch. She gets to work sucking my cock like it's her only mission in life, my breathing growing ragged when I watch one of her hands gripping me while the other slides between her own legs.
"That's it," I murmur encouragingly. "You're doing so well, make yourself feel good. Are you going to let me come in that pretty mouth of yours, baby?"
She nods vigorously, increasing her pace and letting out a moan around my dick that pulls me right to the edge.
"Fuck, Abby," I gasp. "Do that again. Don't stop."
She moans again, the hand between her legs moving faster and faster as she winds me up to the point of snapping. When I see her slide a finger inside her pussy and feel the sensation of her whimper, I explode.
"Oh my God," I say with a guttural groan. "Good girl. Swallow that cum, make sure you get every last drop."
She doesn't stop until I've given her everything, practically begging for mercy.
"Get up here right now," I growl, hooking my hands under her arms and pulling her up to me in one swift movement. "Show me."
She opens her mouth obediently, sticking her tongue out so I can inspect for any traces of my orgasm.
"Such a good girl for me," I hum. "Now I want you to ride my face, pretty girl, can you do that for me?"
Without a word she rises to her knees, swinging one leg over me until she's straddling my face.
"Don't hover," I say sharply. "Grab hold of the headboard and sit all the way down. I want you writhing against me until you're screaming my name."
She does as I say, lowering onto my face as I hook my arms under her thighs and pulling her the rest of the way down. I waste no time, unable and unwilling to do anything to but devour her like she's my last meal.
She rolls her hips against me, rocking and grinding her clit against my face until her thighs begin to shake.
"That's it, baby," I growl, untangling one of my arms and sliding my hand up to grip her neck. "Give it to me."
"Jack," she moans. "Don't stop, I'm going to come."
I redouble my efforts, licking and sucking as her cries pitch upward until she shatters, moaning my name over and over as she pulses around my tongue. She releases the headboard, collapsing onto my torso, her gorgeous tits heaving as she struggles to regain control of her breath.
"Kiss me," I murmur, tilting her chin up so she's looking at me. "I want you to taste yourself on me."
Without missing a beat, she slides her hands into my hair, gripping it tightly and pulling me down until we crash together in a frenzy of lips, tongue, and teeth, staying intertwined as we slowly come down, melting into one another.
When we finally break apart, she burrows in the crook between my shoulder and neck while I bury my face in her hair, deeply inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo, an intoxicating mix of eucalyptus and spearmint.
After our breathing levels out, she pulls back to look at me, lips swollen and face flushed and absolutely perfect.
"I'm so in love with you," she says. "And not just because you make me come so hard I see stars. Your support, and encouragement, and unwavering faith in me means more than you could ever know."
"I am wildly," I say, kissing her forehead.
"Insanely," kissing her cheek. "To my very core," kissing her other cheek.
"In love with you, Abby Thompson." I press my mouth to hers with a final kiss before unwinding my arms from around her, throwing the covers off without interference this time.
"Now can I please go make you breakfast? "
"Okay," she giggles. "But I'm going to completely objectify you and stare at your ass while you walk away."
"Be my guest, pretty girl."