Chapter 18 #2
He’d think I tricked him into it. Or that he was stuck in the same position he’d been with Kinsley’s mother.
Had we forgotten a condom one time? Had a condom failed and neither of us noticed?
Boon was months away from being done raising Kinsley and now he’d be saddled with a newborn.
I knew he was a good man somewhere under all that bravado, and he’d take responsibility for the baby, but he’d hate me for putting him in this position.
Once again, I’d be living next door to a guy who resented me. This time with a baby between us.
My hands were already cradling my stomach. I tilted my head down to where the baby must be. I didn’t know if he or she had ears yet but I opened my mouth anyway.
“Hey, little one,” I said, voice shaking and so breathy I could barely hear myself.
“I think…” I trailed off, my heart somehow cutting off any words that could possibly be said.
I squeezed my eyes shut against the onslaught of emotion but there was nothing for it.
I lay there, gasping up at the ceiling for long moments.
When stars overtook my vision again, I had to force myself to engage in box breathing to calm myself down.
“I think I’m already in love with you,” I finally said into the quiet of my empty house.
I rubbed circles over my stomach, heart already made up on what I was going to do.
My mind was taking a bit longer to get on the same page, but by the time the sun sank into the horizon, I was fully on board with keeping this baby.
All those years of trying to get pregnant.
I had given up on my dreams of children.
Gave up on my dream of love and marriage.
But now it was happening. The baby part, not the love and marriage.
I couldn’t turn my back on this gift. The situation wasn’t ideal, but I knew I could take care of this baby in the way that he or she deserved.
I could shower this little one with love and attention, even as a single parent.
Our family dynamic wasn’t the same as the one I’d grown up in, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me.
My eyes filled with tears again.
This time from happiness.
I’d simply have to keep this a secret from Boon. At least for a little while. I wanted the time to wrap my head around this change in my life before I blew everything up and allowed his negativity to seep in. I needed to fortify my defenses before he decided he now hated me. Just a few weeks.
I forced myself out of bed and into the shower.
I washed and blow-dried my hair, applied my usual skin care, and packed my lunch for work tomorrow.
I slipped into my comfiest set of sweats and read my latest book until my eyes grew heavy.
Flicking off the light next to my bed, I snuggled into the sheets and blankets and let myself drift off to sleep.
Sometime before midnight I was jostled awake.
“Hey, lovebug,” came the deep rumble from behind me.
Boon’s clean scent wrapped around me before his arms did.
His hands slid under my sweatshirt and into my pants.
He moaned when he discovered I wasn’t wearing panties.
His fingers parted me, my body instantly wired to want him.
My hips pushed back against his erection without my brain telling them to do it.
Suddenly his hand let go of my breast and shoved down my sweats.
He lifted my leg and ran his cock along my wet seam.
“I love how you’re always ready for me,” he whispered, continuing to rub himself against me, but not sliding home.
Every tired, slightly nauseous feeling from today disappeared in a vat of horny need. God, how could he turn me on like this? From dead asleep to begging him to fill me in two seconds flat?
He did finally slide inside of me, both of us stilling on a groan of pleasure. He began to move, slow and steady, his breath hot on my neck.
“I needed this,” he said, words slipping from his lips like he’d been saving them up all day for this exact moment. “Needed you , Shae. You feel so good wrapped around me. Like this pussy was made for me.”
His hand slid from my hip to the front of me.
For a second, I froze as his palm skimmed my belly.
Right where our child lay under his palm.
But then he kept moving, his fingers now strumming my clit, forcing my brain to quit thinking and only feel.
Just like always, I was chanting his name and flying through an orgasm in record time.
He pulled out on a grunt and I felt a splash of wet heat on my back as he came.
I buried my head in the pillows so I didn’t shout what was running through my brain.
Don’t bother pulling out! I’m already pregnant!
He held me in his arms for quite some time, then cleaned me up afterward. When he placed a kiss on my drowsy head and slipped back out of my house, I knew I could do this. I could keep this secret for a few weeks. Just until I worked up the nerve to tell him.