Chapter 34 Ollie
ollie
“We’re just supposed to be picking out flowers at a market, then?” I confirmed as I stood in Nova’s room.
The room she never sleeps in.
“Yeah. Just looking at flowers at the market, and then they’ll be there for a photo, and that’s it. No interaction with them or anything.”
“Right.” My gaze wandered until it landed on the frame of her mum sitting on the dresser. I picked it up carefully, running my thumb along the edge of the frame. “She’d be proud of you.”
Nova paused, her makeup brush stilling midair as she turned to glance at what I was holding.
Her expression softened, and she smiled, the kind that reached her eyes.
“She would.” She turned back to the mirror.
“She wouldn’t have been proud right away.
She would’ve been worried for a while. But .
. . I think living in this house, being here, she would’ve understood.
I don’t have words to thank you enough for that. ”
I stayed quiet, watching as she carefully swiped color across her cheeks.
I’d noticed something about Nova—when she wanted to have these conversations, the ones that really mattered, it was hard for her to face me directly.
Doing her makeup gave her a sense of control, a way to process as she spoke.
I didn’t mind. I’d take her however she needed, in any way she could give herself, because I was in love with her.
I told her daily, quietly, sometimes in passing and sometimes after long moments of quiet intimacy. “I love you,” I’d say, soft but certain. And every time, she never said it back.
Yet, I didn’t care.
I’d keep telling her, keep showing her, because I knew one day she would. If she didn’t, it wouldn’t change how I felt.
“Aunt Mae called again today. She told me she showed her new boyfriend how to make coquito this winter, like Mami used to make, and they got absolutely fucked up.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “That sounds wild.”
Nova smirked, glancing at me briefly in the mirror before turning back to finish up.
“I’m glad you talk to her when she calls,” I said after a moment, my voice softer. “It makes me—her—feel involved.”
When she was done, I stepped forward, reaching down to help her up. She took my hands, her grip firm but trusting, and I pulled her to her feet with ease.
She looked stunning. Her pregnant belly, full and swollen with life, pressed beautifully against the tight black dress she wore.
Her black Doc Martens added a casual edge, grounding the look, while the small black leather jacket she draped over her shoulders gave her that effortless confidence she always carried.
Her cheeks were painted with the perfect shade of pink, the warmth of her glow making her look more radiant than ever. Her hair framed her face just so, and the way she adjusted the jacket over her belly had me groaning under my breath. Fuckkk.
Her eyes shot to mine, narrowing slightly. “Don’t give me that look.”
“A taste,” I murmured, stepping closer. “I’ll be quick.”
She sighed dramatically, but didn’t pull away, and I took that as my cue to close the distance, leaning down to brush my lips against hers. Even a taste of her was never enough.
I couldn’t stop myself. I shoved her jacket off her shoulders, and my hands were on her, gripping her hips as I guided her toward the edge of the bed. She let out a small gasp, half a protest, but the way her body melted into my touch told me she didn’t mean it.
Her feet rested against the footboard, legs spread enough for me to trail my hands up her thighs, bunching up her dress higher and higher until it was shoved up over her chest, her round belly and the swell of her tits on display.
“I can’t leave the house without a taste,” I moaned.
Her breath hitched as I hooked my fingers into the edge of her underwear, pulling them to the side, exposing her completely to me. I sank to my knees, pressing kisses along the soft curve of her inner thigh before diving in, my tongue finding her heat, her sweetness overwhelming every sense.
She let out a sharp gasp, her back arching as she gripped the sheets beneath her. “Fuck,” she groaned, her hips thrusting toward me, chasing the movements of my mouth.
I devoured her, gripping her thighs to keep her steady as my tongue worked against her, tasting, teasing, pulling her closer to the edge with every flick and stroke. Her body trembled, the tension building in her as her moans filled the room.
“Don’t get me messy,” she managed to say, her voice breaking on a gasp as her legs shook around me.
I smirked against her, my tongue circling her swollen clit before pulling her farther into my mouth. “Too late.”
She pressed firmly against my shoulders and pushed me back. My mouth was still wet with her taste as she managed to stand. With a single motion, she pulled her dress and underwear off before she tossed them to the side.
“Sit,” she commanded.
I didn’t hesitate, dropping onto the edge of the bed. She raked her eyes over me, and I throbbed beneath her gaze.
“Take out your cock.”
“Yes, miss,” I half mocked, but my hands were already at my zipper, freeing my cock without bothering to fully undress. It was hard, pulsing, desperate for her.
She stepped forward, and my hands instinctively found her stomach as I guided her onto me, helping her as she straddled my lap.
She sank down slowly, taking me inch by inch, her warmth and tightness swallowing me completely. Her stomach pressed against me, her breasts brushing my chest as she moved, her body so soft and full, so fucking perfect.
“God, you’re so big,” she groaned, gripping my shoulders for balance as she started to grind against me. “I can feel every inch stretching me open.”
My grip on her stomach tightened, my thumbs tracing the curve of her belly. “You look so fucking sexy like this,” I growled. “So full. So mine.”
She smirked, rolling her hips harder. “You love it, don’t you? Seeing me like this. Pregnant. Swollen. Knowing you’re the one I need right now.”
“Fuck yes,” I groaned, sliding my hands down to her hips and gripping her as I thrust up.
The way her body moved on top of me—the sway of her belly, the bounce of her tits—was a sight I could drown in.
“Good boy,” she purred, leaning down for her lips to graze my ear. “You’re going to stay right there and let me take what I want.”
Her words ignited something feral in me, and I thrust up harder, meeting her movements with deliberate force. “Take it all, love,” I rasped, my hands roaming her body. “You’re fucking perfect. Everything about you.”
Her body tightened around me, her moans louder, her nails digging into my shoulders as she moved faster, the friction between us unbearable in the best way.
“Look at you,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “So good for me. So desperate to fill me up, aren’t you?”
“Anything for you.”
I couldn’t hold back, not with her like this—her body trembling, her swollen belly pressing against me, her soft skin slick with sweat. I thrust up one final time, groaning as I came deep inside her, holding her close as we both rode the waves of our release.
She collapsed against me, her head resting on my shoulder, her breath warm against my neck.
My hands roamed her back, soothing her as I pressed a kiss to her temple. “When you’re not pregnant anymore, I’m going to miss being inside you like this.”
She chuckled softly, lifting her head to smirk at me. “Oh, baby, I’ll be on birth control so fast. This isn’t stopping.”
I laughed, pulling her closer to kiss her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips, the way her body still felt pressed against mine.
“I love you,” I whispered against her mouth, the words spilling out as naturally as breathing.
She pulled back slightly, her gaze meeting mine, and murmured, “I know.”
Before I could respond, she shifted off me, standing on shaky legs and reaching for her dress. She pulled it back on with ease, smoothing the fabric over her belly as she adjusted herself. I stayed seated, watching her with a mix of adoration and awe.
Once she was ready, she glanced back at me with a small smile, her cheeks still flushed. “Ready to go?”
“Can I kiss you now?”
This wasn’t exactly my expertise. Managing the pitch, sure—but being at a flower market, casually posing for the perfect shot while someone with a camera lingered in the background? It’s not my forte.
“You can always kiss me.”
I glanced up from the flower I was inspecting, catching the slight curve of her lips and the playful glint in her eyes.
It wasn’t for show or acting. She was genuine, and it hit me square in the chest. I chuckled and leaned in, cupping her face as I kissed her.
Not a polite kiss or one for the cameras, but a kiss full of need.
Desperation. Like I couldn’t go another second without her.
The faint click of the camera reminded me we weren’t alone. I pulled back reluctantly, glancing over my shoulder. The cameraman gave us a thumbs-up before packing up and walking away.
“I guess they got the shot.” She slipped her hand into mine as we strolled deeper into the shop.
I chuckled, brushing my thumb over her knuckles. “I reckon they did.”
She stopped at one of the stalls, her eyes lighting up as she picked up a red flower. “I like these.”
“They’re beautiful,” I said, though my gaze was fixed on her, and I wasn’t talking about the flowers.
“This reminded me of the baby blanket.”
Without hesitation, I signaled to the shop lady, catching her attention. “A dozen of these, please.” I nodded toward the flowers Nova had chosen.
Nova glanced at me, a flicker of surprise in her eyes, but her lips curled into a small, grateful smile.
We strolled down the market, the scents of fresh flowers and baked goods filling the crisp air. I glanced at her, her hand still warm in mine. “Fancy grabbing a bite to eat?”
She shook her head with a soft smile. “No, I want to go home.”
She’d been on her feet all morning, and I knew how much it was starting to take its toll. When we reached the car, I opened the boot and carefully placed the flowers inside before circling around to her side.
She stood by the door, her expression off. Something wasn’t right.
I frowned as I reached for the handle. “What’s wrong?”
She didn’t answer immediately, her gaze fixed on the ground. I followed her line of sight, my stomach flipping when I saw the small puddle beneath her feet.
Her breath hitched as she looked at me, her voice trembling. “I think . . . I think my water broke.”
Inside, I was panicking, but I did my best to keep my face calm as Nova fumbled for her phone.
“Let me call Luna,” she said hurriedly, her voice shaking. “She’ll take me to the hospital. I think she’s out of her class by now.”
I stared at her for a moment, then gently grabbed her arm, grounding us both. “Love. It’ll be okay. I’m here. I’ll take you. Call Luna if you want to, but I’m also coming.”
Her eyes welled up with tears, her voice cracking. “I don’t want you to be there while I push a human out of me. You’ll never look at me the same.”
“You’re right.” I brushed a tear from her cheek. “I won’t. I’ll see a strong, beautiful, tough woman.”
“No . . . my vagina,” she whisper-yelled, her voice full of anguish as more tears fell.
I couldn’t help it—I laughed, a deep, comforting sound. “Come on.” I wrapped an arm around her and guided her gently to the car. “We’re going.”